Every day’s a fight…for my life.
He hurts me.
He hits me…hard.
When I don’t say sorry,
Or when I do something….anything wrong.
Sometimes he would hit me too hard,
To the point I had to go to the hospital….
Yesterday was just another night mare.
I got a ‘b’ on my essay,
So he hit me across the face.
Then when I was on the ground,
He kicked me.
I feel like nothing….worthless.
When I cry,
He hits me more.
So I suck it up,
I act like it doesn’t bother me…
But it does…..
Today
Today was just another trip to the hospital.
I told them I fell down the stairs,
And that’s how I broke my arm.
But our house only has one story….
Tomorrow
I didn’t know it yet but I should’ve told yesterday,
Because today I die.
He killed me.
He punched me and I fell back and hit a cement wall.
I died because I was abused and no one helped me…
Including myself.
I should’ve told…
But then I just would’ve died sooner.
He hit me because I said “I love you†to my mom 1st.
I wonder why….
If only I could go back in time and tell myself,
That tomorrow is only a day away….
And every day can be your last…..
So act fast.
