They got their wish

Sitting there in the corner
with my legs folded up to
my chest I cry to myself
wondering what to do.

Should I call the cops
and tell them what
they did and how they
treated me like a mutt.

I want to tell someone
how they hit my head
off the counter, making
me say I wish I was dead.

My thoughts are the
only safe place now,
the only place where
they can't make me bow.

In my thoughts I think
about happy things. How
life would be if they loved
me right now.

But my thoughts became
quickly erased when they
grabbed my arm and
brought me back to day.

They lifted me out of the
corner and threw me up
against the wall as if I
was a little flea.

Slowly my eyes rolled
back into my head,
my soul left, leaving me
on the ground dead.