Abuse.

I never forgave you dad.
For all those years of lies.
Cuts and bruises.
They hit deeper than the surface.
I feel them even now.
Delicate to the touch.
I won't trust you again.
I won't believe, "it's okay."
I was a child.
Your little girl cried pools on the floor.
Red water.
Her little doll hands shaking,
catching drops of blood.
Screaming for,"mommy."
Where'd mommy go?
In the dark corners i see the eyes.
Her shame muffles her voice.
Once last try,
"MOMMY!"
mommy doesn't move,
mommy doesn't speak.
All I wanted was to hear you were sorry.
I was a child.