Of Things Not Seen

I lay there still
My breath my short
My Mom is screaming
I feel so hurt

Jim drunk with anger
I sit there still
I tried to get out fast
To get away from my past

I'm tried of lies
Of hiding the marks
Of making up liefs
And sleeping in parks

My mom think she loves him
That all a lie too
She hiding it from herself
Why it so hard for me to do?

He has has to have super
at 5:30 Sharp
Or fist gets in the way
Its load like a gun shot

Ann is the girl
That understands me the most
That get why I'm still there
I love Ann with care

I wake up in my bed
In the hospital around one
dreams go though my head
the police, teachers and what he has done.

My mom is OK
I guess I am too
We will get though it i know
One thing I will do.