Just Another End To Just Another Day

Another end
To another day
Battered and bruised
In the corner I lay.
Why's he still here?
Why won't he leave?
My head in thumping
And it's painful to breathe.
But all is not over
He has one more game he wishes to play,
He yells for me to get up
To do what he say.
I struggle to my feet
The fear over-rides the pain,
Have to do as he says
And never complain.

I stand there shaking
Sharp pains running through me.
Willing him to leave,
Just to let me be.
He smiles to see me standing
Tells me not to move as he leaves the room,
As he goes to gain items
The instruments of doom.

Part of me wants to run
Leave while he is not there,
But I know that I would never do so,
Too afraid to ever dare.

He returns to continue his games
To test how loyal I can be,
I know what he plans to do
And desperately want to flee.
He sets my trouser leg alight
And tells me to stay very still,
Not to disobey him
While he gets some sick thrill.
The shearing pain runs through my leg
I try hard not to move.
Don't want to disobey him
Not want him to disapprove.

Eyes watering with the pain
And the fear of what may come,
Wishing I could not feel it
Almost wanting to be completely numb.
The pain grows too much now
Overcoming the fear,
No longer care what happens
Just want the pain to disappear.

I disobeyed his orders,
Moved when I when meant to remain still.
But this is one command
Which I was unable to fulfil.
He says there's no excuse
For disobeying like I did,
And even worse I answered back.
Two actions which he forbid.
So now I must suffer my punishment,
But I'm now to numb to care
All strength has left me
Damaged beyond repair.

Collapse down to the ground
No longer able to stand,
He yells at me to get up
But I cannot complete his command.
The room is spinning
And I can barely move.
Why won the get it over with
And my life from me remove?

He grabs me by my shirt
And pulls me to my feet,
Does he not realise...
He's won, I concede defeat.
He says I'm not worth of his time
And throws me to the floor,
Yelling for me to clean up this mess
Before leaving and slamming shut the door.

Just another violent end
To another violent day
And more sick games
That he wishes to play.
Once more there is blood on the carpet,
Once more silence and fear hang in the air,
A life filled with violence
A life filled with despair.

Just another end
To just another day
As battered and bruised
In the corner where I'll stay.

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My father had this thing he used to do where he would set your clothes on fire and tell you to not move. If you move (which of course you were bound to do) he would use it as an example of dis-reapect towards respect to-wards him and a reason for more "punishment". He had other methods he would use too, but this one was the first I thought of when I began writing this.