Thousand Regrets.

My mother doesn't
understand, she
tries to help,
but no of it made
sense, why
did she hit me?
Why did she hurt me?
She yells and screams, my
grandma Say's
it's all my fault.
why on earth does
it have to be this way?
One of my best
friend's told
CPS, they came to our house,
and they ask for
her. My uncle was drunk,
he started to beat me more,
I run out side, asking God why
this has happened to me.
My parents ask why like they
don't have a clue. this is the madness at my house. Why I live here yet? They say they love me, And I have a thousand regrets.