It all began with you yelling at me.
Then slowing it got worst.
The you began hurting me not letting me get free.
I told myself if I was good everything would get better.
It always seemed to enhance.
Your blows became harder and faster.
I shivered each time you would glance.
I try my hardest not to mess up.
I would stay out of your way.
I would tip-toeing around you.
I made a mistake one day.
I crossed your path.
I don’t know why you were so irritated.
You began to yell at me.
I seemed it was only me you hated.
I apologized over and over again.
You first began to slap me.
Then you told me to shut up.
I then quietly began my plea.
You wouldn’t stop striking my body
I lay on the floor tasting the blood from my lip.
I want to cry out “stop” but I can’t I know it won’t help.
Then I feel a sharp kick to my hip.
I scream in pain and fear.
It grew quiet and I wonder where you are.
You stopped beating me.
I try to get up and run far.
But my body is too injured to move.
I give up and try to go to bed.
I lay there hurt and sad.
With blood and tears running down my head.
I will just wait for tomorrow to heal.
i know its not a very decent poem but i wwould appreciate if you would comment on it. Thank you!
