Abuse

She's coming I better hide She trembles her way inside Drunk I can see fear runs inside of me hidden in a small dark closet where I was not to be caught, aleast I thought I am found now I lye on the ground got beaten so bad from head to toe, it hurts to move, hurts to talk, hurts, to cry God am I going to die? 4 days untill I move with my dady and everything will be alright, but instead I lye in a puddle of blood time to say goodnight cops came and said it's to late Sh's dead no more words need to be said funerals on its way and on my grave it will say "daddy's girl is brave" people came and cried to day, but I dont understand why I am happy and free they just dont want me to be, but instead they want me to come back, back to a mother that I lack, to sisters that watched as I suffered and didn't care, and to a father that didn't hurry up and help me out of here, so I can go through the abuse once more to wake up to a body in pain, a body so sore with cuts and bruises from belts, switches, and all the other things she uses to make me black and blue a true mother something that was never you.