Child abuse...A sad story

-This is a really long poem so please read it and comment,
Its really a good one and i think you will like it...Please read it...
-matt

I have a small routine,
I do it everyday,
I wake up at six and hope for a good way,
I go to school,
To talk to friends,
To learn things,
That may help in the end,
The walk home is frightning,
And i stall if i can,
Because when i get home,
I'll be touched by a big hand,.
I'll be touched at the hand as hard as it gets,
I'll be touchedby the hand so i'll never forget,
When i finally get home,
I run strait to my room,
To lock myself inside,
As i did the night before
In pain i must hide,
I'm hiding from my dad,
I'm Hiding from his hand,
I'm hiding from this world i live in,
I'm hiding from his mind,
I ran strait to my room,
TO find him hiding in there,
To find him craking his knuckles,
TO Find him waiting for me,
He says he's got some stress,
And he'll take it out on me,
So he gets on off the bed,
And I start to flee ,
He says "don't run from me",
I scream out for help,
Bu t i know no one will come,
Soon i feel a yank,
And my father picks me up,
He Picks me up so high,
I fell as if i'll throw up,
I'm thrown starit at the wall,
And my leg snaps,
I think it's broken,
But he tell's me to be a man,
And i get up,
My leg really hurts,
and i look at him in fear,
I really don't feel so good,
This isn't the way i should,
His knuckles hit my jaw,
And i fall down to the ground,
My tears are falling down,
And he tells me "i dont want a pussy'
He tells me to get out,
And i step out of the door,
I feel so madd,
I feel so sad,
I just wanna let this all go,
A group of kids walk by,
And they watch me as i cry,
They point and laugh,
And i pretend that i don't know,
That i don't know that they laughing at me,
And that this never happeend,
Because of all this hurting,
I feel as if i'm the wrong one,
The wrong one for my father,
The wrong one for my dad,
All he deserves is better,
Better than the rest,
I'm just good enough,
And i really should be killed,
I hurts all over,
And thoose kids won't stop,
And i begin to scream,
I scream out loud "stop laughing at me"
A girl passing by notices me crying,
And comes to help me up,
She ask's me what is wrong,
And i tell her life is tough,
She questions me and helps me,
And tells me what to do,
thats the only person i can get through to,
She brings me to the police,
And i tell what my father has done,
And all i had to say was my father wasn't fun,
I told them that he beat me,
And that i have scars all over,
I showed them all the purple spots,
And that i just gave up,
I couldn't live with him,
And i've had just bout enough,
That all i need is love,
And a cup of cheer,
I beg and pleaded,
All for help,
And to know what loves about,
Soon My father was gilty,
And my story was spread out,
The boys appoligized,
I've been living life way to rough,
They told me i was strong,
And that they want me to know,
That i deserved the better,
Not that big stupid fo,
And dad before i go,
I hope you know the pain,
And that your the one that should know,
YOU deserve all the shame....

-I hope u liked it or it brough a tear to ur eye i wanna know i i touched u or if u like it...Please tell me...- matt