Life at it's worst/happiest hour.

A Dead Language For A Dying Lady :
As her insides, screaming, let me out
She speaks as if someone's in the room with her
(someone sits quietly on the ceiling tile)
Still facing the corner with eyes gouged out
These tears of blood fall for blood is
(all she's crying now)
As he cuts into her chest, her heart beats on
She's just not giving up yet
Though blinded by the devil's touch
She rises above him
She floats towards the light, as the darkness recedes
(let me out, let me live again)
In this most desperate hour
(she cries)
A most desperate hour...
In this crowded room
In this crowded room
In this crowded room
(with an empty view)
In this crowded room
In this crowded room
Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end
Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end
Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end
Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end

wtf

My dad twists everything I say into something negative, my mother isn't aloud to defend me, I constantly get yelled at and his excuse for his crimes are that "he's the father." I don't want to sound whinny, but it's the truth. I might also sound like some spoiled brat at who thinks that everyone is out to get her, I'm not. The only safe place for me is school. I'm not being hit, I'm not being hurt, but I am being scarred, inside out.