Abuse.

by Daniel   Sep 9, 2007


I wonder each day, what will come forth, as life passes by, I start to trend forth. Each passing day, gets harder and harder, until I can't move, because of my father. A swing, comes down, with a clinging sound, across my face. I weep, I cry, hearing you're a disgrace! I try to stand up, but another swing, makes me give up. I try to craw out the door, with easing pain, until I get a kick in my head, right against the door. My life is fading, my life is weighing, I can't complain, because I'm bleeding. With one final breath, I say I love you Jesus, I hope you can save my father, who needs Jesus.

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  • 15 years ago

    by CanUKissAwayMyPain

    Wow this is deep... sad bery sad... i cant say anything to this piece just u did an amazing job riting it. like once again i could see it go through my mind. horrible... no one in this world need sumthing like this. sumone who makes them bleed. but phyiscal pain doesnt compare to emotional. no one would understand ur pain ur hurt, ur struggle but expect for you... hope things get better.

    TaKe CaRe Always,
    Frenchy

  • 16 years ago

    by XxMizz DistructionxX

    Awe this is sad.
    but its a good poem.

    I hope things get better for u.!
    =]

  • 17 years ago

    by LoveBird99

    I'm crying! You could talk to a really good friend that you trust and have them call social services. I will definately pray for your healing, you deserve a better life. Blessings to both of you.

    Hope and Thought,
    Elizabeth

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