What did you get for Christmas?
Was it something nice?
I'm sitting here in casualty,
My face is packed with ice.
I dread it every Christmas,
They never give me toys,
Daddy will get drunk again,
His nights out with the boys.
I know he doesn't mean it,
He's far to drunk to know.
He hits me hard for nothing,
And bruises always show.
A Christmas to remember,
The policemen had to call,
They took my dad away this time,
He said I'd had a fall.
He's really done it this time,
An ambulance had to come,
That's why I'm sitting her in Casualty,
Waiting with me mum.
~~~~~~~~Christmas~~~~~~~~~~~.
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Abuse pomes
PoetryThis story is completed I hope u like it it's over it's sad is all I can say it's pretty much my life
