My Daddys True Colors

My daddy is a mean man,
he hits me really hard,
i have no mommy,
she died a year ago,
daddy blamed it on me that she died,
my daddy throws glass at me,
i try not to cry,
i shake when hes in the room,
yelling at me,
telling that i dont do a good job of making food,
im only seven i have bruses all over me,
i goto school,
with the same clothes everyday,
the teachers stare,
i act like theres nothing wrong,
i want to really tell them everything,
in my eyes as they look at me they know something is not right at home,
before i went to school i spilled my juice,
i didnt clean up,
so i heard this strange noise in the hall,
someone comming up the school stairs,
my heart pounding hoping its not the devil,
he comes in the classroom,
and picked me up by his hands,
he was beating me hard,
Bloody tears run down my face,
daddy stop your hurting me,
the teacher calls the police,
everyone was shocked,
i cried he wouldnt stop,
the police came,
they took my daddy,
i was so scared in my pocket was a knife,
i said out loud,
crying with all my heart,
i hold the knife up to my chest,
i said i dont like living,
i need help,
i hurt everywhere,
noOne sees my pain,
havnt you noticed all my Bruses,
i told you a lie,
my daddy hits me,
you just saw,
i fall to the ground,
blood gushing out of me full of tears,
they were going to shock me in the emergency room,
but one doctor i love for it said not to,
they said i had enough pain as it is,
im dead now,
i was happy im in heaven with mommy and the angels,
i hate my daddy,
i hope he goes to hell,
thats where his true colors belong...