Set Me Free

So many nights when I feel pain
I look outside my window and see the rain
As it falls from the roof down to the floor
And then I hear the yelling outside my bedroom door.
My dad slams the walls and yells at my mom
And tells her she's fat and she's nothing but a scum
I feel like going out there and stopping the fight
But what's the use...it's the same thing every night
The way he talks to her and to me
I feel worthless and a bother in life and society
So many times I feel like doing what i know they want
But out of all the people, I'm the one they taunt
I feel like I'd be doing them all a favor if I get up and leave
But would anyone care? Or die of grief?
A voice inside me tells me negatives thoughts
And that it was me that was a naught.
Whenever I feel like taking my life
I pray that at least one person would take away the knife
That I've been holding tightly in my hands
And hope they help me and tell me they understand
Maybe then I could wake up from this nightmare
And maybe someone can tell me they love me and they care
But until then this knife stays within my reach
...Until you come and set me free...

*Written: 4-6-06*