The teardrops fall when my dad walks in,
I know what to expect when he’s around,
Drunk and depressed, sad and angry,
Every emotion taken out on me.
Punching and kicking, screaming and crying,
Slammed up against the wall,
When the bruises form I cover them up,
On my arms and in my heart.
Today it went to far,
I feel a snap then blackness.
Anger had consumed him fully,
And he took it on my life.
Now I watch from the clouds,
While he sits in a jail cell,
Never to fell the bruising again,
Never to cover them up on my arms and in my heart.