Fathers Day
Fathers Day
He began throwing me around I remember it quite well
Against a hard wall but he told people I fell
When all the abuse began I think I was barely five
By the time I was 18 I hated to be alive
The first memory of my step dad is when I called him by name
I already had a dad so calling him dad wasn't the same
I went up to hug him something me and my real dad had done
He told me "never to hug him real men don't hug son"
Sometimes he would hit me with his belt or a hand
I was being beaten so harshly by a very big man
I counted over 50 smacks with the belt the bruises you could see
But there was no one out there willing to help a child like me
He would scream at me for hours sometimes it wasn't quite fair
Then he would get mad at me more because I had a blank stare
Nothing I did was ever good enough for this man
Simple things like coloring, or speaking, or cleaning a pan
I was scared for my life because I knew when he got home
I was going to be hit or yelled at with a very loud tone
This man was a dictator you almost had to ask him to breathe
But I was only 7 years old and he knew I couldn't leave
My brother was born and he was the best thing since sliced bread
I was just a punching bag to dad that kept getting hit in the head
He stole my innocence something I'll never get back
My whole life’s been scarred from all the attacks
I was told over and over I wasn't worth a dime
So I was wanting to die I was just biding for time
I was forced to grow up with the help of a stick
Even now when we talk I almost get sick
My mom let this happen so she is as much to blame
What they did to a Childs spirit that has never been the same
Many times as a child growing up I dreamed of killing this man
But I was so scared of this guy and I couldn't come up with a plan
The hatred I feel from what I had lost as a child
Still haunts me this day and when he suffers I smile
God please help me and take away the pain from my past
Because it's killing me slowly and I know I won't last
The pain in my gut when I'm around him is great
That's probably why I stay so busy and put so much on my plate
My story goes on and I probably should close
Oh yeah I forget the SOB almost broke my nose
Copyright © David Moore | Year Posted 2012
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