one chance [k.b of day6]

twenty six

i remember running and screaming. i remember crying trying to plead him to stop. i was hurt enough but yet he kept going. i had many bruises on my legs and arms but yet they look normal to me. 

i was beat by my dad. 

i ran to the bathroom as my dad was chasing me around the house with a belt. i felt alone. mother? where are you? why cant you stop him? why do you hate me so much? what did i ever do to hurt you so much? why am i such a disappointment? when have you ever smiled hearing about me?

i want to feel love.