Beaten To Survive

another dying day another black eye one i won't forget but what my father had said to the end of the earth your mother should never have given birth my fault it is just one more maybe I'll be done another dying day another broken nose walking silently across your door before long i was on the floor all was numb i couldn't feel just the sound of a cracking rib beside my bed mother crying, lying on my chest sorry he is regret he will until the end scars will fade but the thoughts remain to feast