I sat there in the corner, curled up into a ball, pretending that everything was fine
But nothing was fine, everything stopped at exactly half past nine
I used to stand there, getting beaten by my dad, i never dared to speak a word
I would just look at him, and stay very very quiet, just like a little bird.
I used to look at my scars, from head to toe, wondering why me?
My friends would ask me what happened, and they would say they looked sore
But i never told the truth, i lied and told them that i got slammed into a door.
If only they knew what was happening inside my house, the house i like to call Hell.
If only they knew what was happening to me, it would finally ring a bell.
But now all thats fading, as everything ended at exactly half past nine.
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PoetryShort poems to long poems. Love poems to friend poems. These are my collection of poems which i have written previously, most of them based on love.