This sick world

You stand outside in the snow,
looking inside at this horrible woe,
too scared to do something,
or you dont give a fuck about anyone else.

Day by day you hear my pleas,
ever so strong they sting your ears,
yet u never make a move,
to stop his drunken rage.

U start to speak to others,
now you all gather outside,
grab the popcorn and pour a drink,
"I hear tonight daddy's gonna beat him to his grave"

Beating after beating your tears never solved,
fight after fight his wrath never calmed,
and now after my blood runs and polutes your environment,
now its ok to take the time to make a stand
To dig me a grave with apologies