We SHOULD be dead

I dont know what to do
When I lie in bed at night
waiting for you to come home
And hoping with all my might..
That tonight you wont destroy me
tonight you wont succeed
That tonight you will actually stop
When I yell at you and pleed
I Pray for my sister
That God will keep her near
So that the man they call my father
Wont make her live in fear.
I can hear my mother crying
all through out the house
Then I hear her yell and squeel
it sounds like a dying mouse
I can hear my brother yelling
I can hear my dad shout back
Nothing seems to stop him,
Thats the sorrowful fact.
Now my dad is in prison,
My mom is in the grave
All that i have left
Is my sister that god saved.
My brother is here too,
And I thank the lord he is
because if he wasnt
My sister and I would be dead.