Scarred

I was scarred for life as a child
I remember sitting on the end of my bed
Hearing the screams of my mother
I heard the last breath of her and
I’m thinking in my head
That’s the death of her
I ran down the stairs- what is going on?
My father is domestic my mind is spinning
I ran out the door, I called the cops
And he got on the floor
He tried to runaway from the cops
And I’ll never forgive the wrong things he’s done