I hurt afterwards.
Felt... Stunned.
Why would she do that?
Why would she then go and lie about it?
Multiple times, repeatedly, she would lie of what was done.
Does she not see my pain?
...
She wouldn't understand why she had hit her child.
Why she had beat her daughter senseless.
She wouldn't say she did, for she wouldn't know.
The black out.
It would happen when alcohol mixed with adrenaline.
Her head would block out the world around her.
As her hand lashed out at her, multiple times over~
NEVER remembering once - Those eyes... The fear that she saw in them.
Everytime her fingernails would act as claws.
Just till the day her daughter left.
...
He was there within minutes of her call.
Holding her as she told him everything her mother had done and said to her.
He would take her to a safe place where she would sleep in safe arms.
And he would be there for her, with every step of the way.
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Weakest Side of Me
PoetryAnd these children who know what they're doing to their bodies is incredibly wrong, yet they keep doing it. It's scary, knowing that no matter what you try, you can never change a person. But keep it in mind, you can alway help them change themselve...
