Why, God?

Nail marks and scratches
Surrounding my scars
Handprints all across me
Blows that create stars

Now I know what it's like
To forget how to cry
Knowing you have to keep going
But wish you could die

I've become so tired
I just want to forever sleep
To go through the days
With only the memories I keep

I have to tell the guy I love
That we can't be
All because the past
Is a part of me

I risk my life to talk to him
He doesn't even know
I just want to run away
But I have no where to go

I should be grateful
Cause I'm here for one more day
But all I can do is ask
"Why can't I get away?"

So tell me God
Why ME?
Why can't my past
Let me and him be

Why do I feel bruises
When I wake?
Why is it only my life
That he wishes to take?

Why can't my damaged wings
Fly my away?
Why, Lord, oh why
Do I have to pay?

**I wrote this after my brother beat me real bad one day over nothing. I remember exactly how I felt...one of those horrible feelings that you'll never forget. Even if you don't have the time to rate or comment, thanks for reading. It means a lot.**