Poetry

Every night I go and run for cover,
Because mommy and daddy keep yelling at each other.
Then daddy comes in and hits me,
Mommy doesn't come home 'til three.
These black and blue spots never go away,
My teachers ask questions and I don't know what to say.
These bruises never seem to disappear,
I can't even stand to look in the mirror.
I go and hide every night,
Just so I'm not in daddy's sight.
Glasses being thrown, mirrors breaking,
Blood being shed, My bones aching.
I don't want to be hit any longer,
Because daddy's only getting stronger.
I hate the sound of his hard smack,
How many times I've been hit, after 109 I lost track.
Daddy....... He never seems to miss,
And none of my cuts, scars or bruises ever gets a kiss.
The abuse is the worst thing I have ever felt,
Especially when he gets me with his belt.
I'm trying to make plans to get out of this hell,
How I'm going to do it..... I hope daddy can never tell.
I hope my plans help me get away,
Because I can't stay here and act like everyhting's okay.
Maybe when i leave, daddy will see I love him more than ever,
But I can't stay here and hurt 'til the end of forever.