I Wish Someone Would Care Hiding in my lonely room, I try to stay awake. Knowing that he’s coming soon, My fragile bones he’ll break. I’m brave this time, I won’t give in, But I hear the yells downstairs. It won’t be long before it starts again. I wish someone would care. The ticking of the frantic clock, The moonlight on my face. The crescendo of noise as the row erupts. If only there was some escape. And then I hear the dreaded sound, Of footsteps coming near. I imagine how his fists will pound. I wish someone would care. The final yell, the door explodes, And there he is once more. But what is this, something’s wrong? It’s not like it was before. He’s crying, shaking, looking hurt, His face is full of despair. I’m 6 years old, this is too much. I wish someone would care. And suddenly he seems so small, As he walks towards my bed. I see the pills left in his hand, Thoughts racing through my head. ‘I’m sorry boy’, he says to me. ‘Your mothers had an affair!’ I’m confused now, I’m scared, I’m small. I wish someone would care. He takes the pills washed down with beer, I counted thirty five. Still crying, he says to me, ‘I don’t want to be alive!’ I’ve not spoken yet, I dare not move. All I can do is stare. I need to get out, go far away. I wish someone would care. ‘I brought you these, I don’t need them now’. He drops the porn upon the floor. Suddenly he’s angry again, ‘Your mothers a fucking whore!’ ‘And you, you cunt, you fucking knew!’ Then he grabs me by my hair. Dragging, punching, he throws me down. I wish someone would care. The kicks come in, the pain is fresh. I wish that I were dead. But then he stops, sinks to his knees, Eyes rolling in his head. My mother arrives, she’s bruised and hurt. She says, ‘Go down fucking stairs!’ I really am too young for this. I wish someone would care. Not knowing exactly what to do, I make the emergency call. I answer the questions, give the address. I’m suddenly not so small. The medics arrive, I let them in, And show them both upstairs. Why the fuck am I doing this? I wish someone would care. It’s now tomorrow, He’s back at home, And not a word is said. They start drinking yet again, And they send me off to bed. And so the yelling one more night, I cower once again in fear. I ask once more, ‘Why is this my #life?’ Perhaps because no one cares.