Sitting solo under the sky so black,
Nobody knows what she's holding back,
pulling down her sleeves past the black and blue,
once these bruises fade they'll come back as new.
Looking up to the stars so high,
Sometimes she wishes she could melt into the sky,
Out of her eye drops a single tear,
As she realises she has to face her worst fear.
At the thought of home she stutters,
And a prayer for help she mutters,
Her angry fathers face shakes in her head,
And her broken heart fills with dread.
The front door creaks as she steps inside,
Silently creeping through she runs to hide,
Sliding under her bed she tries to make not a sound,
Too late, the floor creaks as she touches the ground.
She tries to hold back the tears, he hits her harder when she cries,
But they slip out as the heavy steps get closer, she petrified,
The door shoots open, the pain is about to come,
Her dad's clothes smell of smoke and mum.
He lifts her up by a chunk of her hair,
Taking the first punch he begins to swear,
She cries for help, but it's too late,
He won't stop till he's got out all his hate.
A daily routine, but tonight is not the same,
Tonight the beating never came.
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Abuse Poems.
Poetrypoems given to me about abuse wrote by victims of abuse and what their feelings and thoughts are.
