ThE fInAl bLoW

As I lay on my bed,
Waiting for her to scream my name,
To beat and torture me again,
Like some sick and twisted game.

She finally yells,
An I struggle up the stairs,
The whole way up,
Asking why nobody cares.

Here comes the blows,
One after another,
From the stupid B!t*h,
I have to call my mother.

They can\'t understand my pain,
And neither do my friends,
So Ill keep waiting,
For this life to end.

As I wait,
For the final Blow,
She takes my life,
And know I get to go...