Its my very first one i posted so give me ways to make poems better and what not especially Crowquill your good at these kind of things.Here it is
I came home from school that night
I wish I had came earlier
Screams fill the house with freight
Not sure what to do
Im scared myself
He Hurts and hurts
Im forced to think
Hell is a place called home
I try to tell him to calm down
And its very painfull
Everything flys by him
Nothing matters to him
He doesnt know
That I think
Hell is a place called home
So yah thats it be brutal but not to brutal