My house is a war zone, I know how you feel, I go downstairs and it's like being on the frontline. Bottles breaking, their beloved alcohol wet on the floor. My father, red faced and angry while my mother crouches, ready to strike. Sometimes they bring it upstairs, sometimes they start the fighting for no reason. Sometimes I'm involved. I'm involved a lot. I wish I was switzerland, wish I was neutral. I'm not. Sometimes I'm England and they're Germany.
They're convinced what they're doing is right; it's not. You want to believe that every teenager goes through this, but it's more or less "why me?" I've stopped trying to explain away he bruises, cuts, tears.
You're always boxed in, you will be until you're 18. Maybe 21. Own car, own money, own goals, own life. That's the only way out. Drive and never come back.
That is so sad! I know how it feels too. When my family picks on me, they like to attack me all at once. I wanted to just leave the house and shut the door in their faces. I wanted to go some place where no one picked on me. Me fighting back against their comments doesn't even damage them, but I like to feel it makes a small impact. I just wanted to try and comfort you. Everyone goes through it once in their lifetime, no matter how many times they tell themselves that their families are perfect. It kinda reminded me of "Welcome To My Life" by Simple Plan. I hope that I helped you in some way.
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They're convinced what they're doing is right; it's not.
You want to believe that every teenager goes through this, but it's more or less "why me?"
I've stopped trying to explain away he bruises, cuts, tears.
You're always boxed in, you will be until you're 18. Maybe 21. Own car, own money, own goals, own life.
That's the only way out.
Drive and never come back.
There's always the telephone.
Yet another pointless reply, I aim to ease.
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He loves you, though, maybe not conventionally.
I'm sorry your mother takes his side. You deserve to be stood up for.
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