Poetry. Life. Bully. Me?

Lies and Pain

LIES

Why do i hear these lies,

with every word i feel as if it dies,

from the person you call dad,

you now call him a stranger you dont know,

you lock yourself in a closet,

where the dark and cold holds you safe.

Sorry, now im thinking,

hiding away from your fears,

hiding away from your tears,

sheltering yourself away from light,

always staying in the night,

the sound of silence creeping in,

as he,

hitting you,

pulls you out and screams in your face,

you don't know how much more you can take,

you mind drifts from your beaten body,

being slammed and slapped,

lies being told,

of a better tomorrow,

tears stream down my aching face,

feeling like acid as it drips down my face,

silently screaming,

till you lose your voice,

you lay down,

feeling pain, regret,

yet hopeful,

afraid of another day,

falling asleep crying,

and now another day,

waking up with dried tears,

dried blood.

ready for another day of beating,

scars,

pain,

and blood.

here we go.