Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

May 8 - 2008

All alone I sit and cry
I wonder why I can't just let myself die

I lay on my bed
Covering my head

The marks he leaves are red
But inside I'm already dead

I hope tonight he just falls asleep
So here in silence I may weep
Every day I clean and clean
But he gets more and more mean

He comes to my room
And I feel I'm doomed

I wish I could run
Run from what he calls "fun"

But the torture has just begun
Sometimes I wish I had his gun

I wish he was gone
I wish he had never done wrong

I wish I could be alone
Or just run from home

But home is all I've ever known
I can never be alone...

He is always there
Ready to tear

And I'm always here
Full of tears......