Dad,
Again I ask, why do you do this?
I come home from school, my only escape, and get nothing but torture.
You don't understand what you're doing.
People are starting to notice.
The bruises.
The scratches.
The scars.
They notice,
But not in a good way.
YOU ARE READING
The Promises I Couldn't Keep #Wattys2015
RandomTo all the promises I made, and tried so hard to stay true to, but, in the end, they just became promises I couldn't keep.
