My name is Luke
I am only 5
I have been beaten and Im barely alive
Todays the same tucked away
I try and be good each and every day
so maybe just one beating today
I hear the car door I dont move a muscle
I think my dad is here with my uncle
twice the beating twice the pain
I close my eyes and listen closely to the rain
The front door slams open
I'm sure that its them
they go to my mother,
I know her chance is slim
I hear them screaming one at the other
mother goes silent with the laugh of my uncle
I hear them coming, for sure i am next
My father walks in and points a gun at my chest
I flinch away knowing screaming will make it worse
He continues to scream at me curse after curse
He puts the gun down and smirks at me silently
I know what hes thinking 'lets kill it quitely'
He looks me straight in the eyes
rasise his fist
'nothing personal kid'
first its my face and then its my wrist
I start to go numb blow after blow
but trust me im used to it though
He won't stop going im starting to bleed
I never thought it would come to this I need to leave
I get up and run but my uncle stops me
He picks me up and then he just drops me
I know I am done theres no use now
I close my eyes and I lie down
My bones are broken
not as bad as my heart but now i know im safe because we are finally apart
My name is Luke
I am only 5
and now today I am no longer alive
