I stand and watch from the other room.
Your fists start to fly and I cringe with every one.
It's not me you're hitting, but I feel mommy's pain.
She takes the depression better than you do.
Mommy's the one taking care of me.
All you do is destroy all she works for.
I love you daddy, but you have to go.
Mommy's on the floor now and bleeding real bad.
Your fists are all red and starting to swell.

You never expected me to be that strong, did you daddy?
Now you're the one on the floor, screaming for help.
I smile sadly at you.
If only you had let mommy live.
Now both of us would die.
You beg for forgiveness, and I do too.
What I do next is so dark, and we both go to where we deserve.
All for my mommy.
Don't you see daddy?





When you did this, you caused me to do what I did.
I wish it could have been different.
But you had to hurt mommy.
After we screamed to stop, you still did it.
I wish it would've been different.
Now we both regret our deadly sins.
For we're hanging on our own crosses as we're weighed down by our chains.
I don't balme you daddy, we did this to ourselves.
There's only one thing we can think about.





Mommy's in Heaven, but we'll always be stuck in Hell.