I lay here. In my bed. Tears running down my face. Mom just stormed out. Parents were screaming. Went to get some water. Dad started yelling at me. Tried to defend myself. Only to get insulted. Dishes needed to be done. Dad complains that I don't make his life easier. Do the dishes. Still get yelled at for doing them loudly. Get talked to for being a fuck up. Again. Now I lay here. Tears flowing. Missing my boyfriend more than ever. Every time I think if him, more tears come. No one can help. Bottle it up. Just like the rest. I need help. But only one can save me.

This is not a poem. This really happened. Not looking for sympathy really. Just needed to put down my thoughts somewhere.