What Makes A Man Break When He's About to Die?

I'm so sick and tired of his yelling. When I think about memories of my dad, I don't remember the moments like everyone else. I remember pointless, ridiculous arguments that we fought. He has a bad, quick temper and yells a lot. I really don't want to have to have to deal with his shit anymore. Why should I have to go though this? I sure didn't ask to. Your father shouldn't make you cry and feel like shit on a weekly basis. (Actually, never.) The more I think about it, the more I don't want to live with him. I shouldn't have to do this. Why would I live with a man who constantly made his children and wife cry over absolutly nothing. Why are we putting up with this?

Time zones, microwaves, what are those in the big picture? Definatly nothing to haunt your children's memories with. Why does he turn jokes around and make them into screaming matches? Why does he always push you untill you crack and break into a million tiny pieces, impossible to repair? Why would he do that to his own family?
I'm done with this.

I'm so tired. I'm so stressed. Now this days-long headache is throbbing more than normal. Probably from yelling and crying, right? Why can't he just leave me alone?

It's like he needs this to survive. Like yelling and damaging other people is his oxygen.

Someone come and someone come and save my life.
Because I sure can't.