Broken and lonely, with no one to listen
I sit and I cry on a stool in the kitchen
Feeling so scared and shivering inside
I wipe the dried makeup from under my eyes
I have been shaking since I got out of school
I am not sure what my father will do
I pray the he doesn’t get mad when im home
And I hope that he hasn’t taken back the phone
I need it to call my only rescue
The girl that I owe most of my life to
She’s been there through tears, bruises, and anger
So slow to judge me and so quick handle
Anything that I can not do myself
She’s by my side to assure my help
She loves me, I feel it and I love her too
This is the friendship that I know is true
I now see my dad who is still very angry
Maybe he’ll hit me or maybe he’ll hang me
I am not sure but I am quite frightened
Don’t know what to do but I don’t really like it
I’ve been in this situation before
Running from monsters by closing the door
He was the one person I’m not to fear
Yet he only chases me farther from here
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