Should I?

Yelling and screaming,
Hitting and violence,
That's all you understand.
Why can't I fight back?
Why are you so angry?
Maybe you're right,
Maybe I'm a burden. 
You hit me,
You scream at me.
I gain bruises,
Over the most simplist things.
Your violent outbursts,
Your hurtful screams.
I'm starting to feel you're right,
That I'd be better dead.
So maybe I'll leave,
Maybe I'll die.
Then I'll be free,
And no longer have to cry.