Every night,
I wish he won't be like that.
Every night,
I hope I don't need to cry.
Almost every night,
He comes home like that.
Almost every night,
I have to hide.
I get lost in my own thoughts,
Away from him.
I hope he won't talk with me,
So I don't need to be scared.
For how long do I have to cry?
When will that night come when I'm smiling?
For how long do I have to hear him scream at us?
When will it finally be peaceful in this house?
I really hope it will end,
But it's...hopeless.
I don't want to cry any more,
But it's impossible.
I pray to God,
Please stop this.
I pray,
And I want this to end.
















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Whatever has happened, I hope it gets better for you!
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