Nothing Is Right, Every Things Wrong

Perfect wounds bound up with battered bruises stretch across my tiny little body. No one knows the life I live behind closed doors an the pain I endure each day on a cold slab floor. Nothing is right, Every things wrong Mommy wishes that I was gone. She hits me hard across my head While screaming I wish you were dead. She grabs my arm an screams at me some more telling me to clean her floor, an wipe that blood up before I get some more. My heart pounds away wishing I could just fly away never loved an never be missed. I close my eyes wishing for death I feel the warm blood roll down my side as mommy stuck the knife deep inside. No more pain an no more tears Ive gone away some where safe. Nothing is right,Every things wrong except that I am gone.