Him
He beat my mother,
He beat my mind.
He beat my sister,
He beat my mind.
He beat me,
The memory I cannot find.
My mother screams,
I cry in vain.
My sister screams,
I cry in vain.
Into the pillow I would cry,
Wishing he would die.
He tortured me with words,
He made me want to die.
Then he laughed,
When I screamed and cried.
But it hurt even more,
When I saw my mother cry.
It hurts even more,
To see tears in my sisters eyes.
Into my pillow I would cry,
Wishing him to die.
Copyright © Christopher Wellbelove | Year Posted 2007
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