I'm scared to go home,
i feel like I'm behind bars.
i don't think i deserve it,
the bruises and the scars.
so why do i go home?
do i want to get hurt?
they call me a sl * t,
when i don't even flirt.
i thought we had love,
but that all fell to bits.
once my brother was born,
i started to get hit.
is it the drugs,
the drugs that he takes.
or does he just not care,
what his anger creates.
he turned my family to fear,
he hurts my mum.
he use to hurt me,
but the pains turning numb.
we thought it would end,
and we could start to re-love.
but that wont happen,
he will not stop till I'm up above.
there is no where i can go,
but i don't want to go home.
i will only get hurt,
but is it better than being alone