Hell called home

Everyday for 4 whole years
the only thing thats filled my mind
Is thoughts of streaming tears
They say its stupid
to hurt myself
But they dont understand
I cry myself to sleep at night
Wishing for the morning light
Which signals i am free to go
I leave thiss hell called home
no more people to scream at me
No more fists being raised towards me
All i know is i am glad to go
And leave this hell
called home