You see, it was hard
To live in a house full of
Pain and hurt and death.
But life kept going.
Although, Mama kept
Getting worse,
Kept slowely losing
Her mind,
One small nerve at a time,
She screamed Matty's name at night.
I'd hide my head under my pillows, trying
To drown out the sounds
And trying to forget
About the marks Daddy's belt
Left on my back, the scars
Stinging and bleeding
I tried to forget
But it was too hard.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Girls Tell No Lies: A Novel In Poems
PoetrySo You've Decided To Read My tragic story? Good luck. I dare you to finish it.