Hateful Father

No, not again
there wasn't much time.
I knew he'd be home soon
so I rushed to hide.

The closet was a good place,
but wait, what's this?
A knife?
I had to do this quick.

I knew what I had to do,
but I was so scared.
"Just get it over with," I said.
Then I started to tear.

Blood rushed to the floor,
I felt so weak.
Then a knock at the door.
I felt my heart skipped a beat.

I knew it was him
and I tried to run away,
but my legs were numb
what was I to say?

As he stumbled in
from Charlie's Bar
he called my name
more and more.

He didn't notice the puddle I lie in.
He was only after one thing.
As he started to pull off my clothes,
I tried and tried to scream.

I made no noise.
what was happening?
my body was numb.
I was so dizzy.
then I realized,
I was dying...

This is what happens
to some poor souls.
Keep track of your friends life
don't leave them in the cold.

*this one is just a story that has been lingering in my mind. i finally found a way to express it. please rate/comment*