You leave me alone,
sprawled on the floor,
my ankle is twisted,
but there is much more,
a trickle of blood,
is seen on my head,
a bruise on my leg,
from the time I was thrown against the bed,
numerous thoughts run through my head,
mommy? mommy? why didnt dad leave instead?
i see daddy,
hes down by the door,
hes wearing his anger,
and punching the floor,
his eyes keep wandering,
is he looking for more?
why does he hate me?
am i really that bad?
what did I do?
please tell me dad,
what does faith mean when your sprawled across the floor?
is there reason to believe in faith anymore?
