What i think

I wake up from my deep slumber
hoping your not in my room
things are running threw my mind as i look around
are you awake
are you drunk
are you even here
are you waiting for me
some only wonder

I never want to go home
yet i don't want to stay here
school is my only get away from you
still get abused
still no one cares
still trying to run
still trying to hide

Thought of homes are suppose to be safe
see as you don't have to be scared
families are suppose to be happy
not sad
not gone
not everywhere
not abusive

You came home drunk one night like always
this time you had a gun
you called my name
i followed you
i see the gun and i try to get away
all in a flash
BANG