I hide in my room, away from you.
Why must you treat me like a toy?
I'm a living breathing person.

Just because you're never there doesn't mean you can abuse me when you're
here.
You can't just hit me and expect me not to scar.

All these years of sorrow drown me in their depth.

You scare me in your anger, your tantrums are regular.
Why must you not go away more?
Your work isn't here.

I've bought at least a dozen doors that have foolishly tried to block your
rage.
I see I'll have to get another, this door won't hold much longer.

The door shadders into a million pieces It tried to save me but it couldnt
hold through

My old scars begin to bleed freely across my skin as your cold voice
shatters my soul.

The end is near, death will be welcome.
At least I won't be abused anymore.

God, please let me die, do I deserve to be tortured?
I crack my head unconscious. This is the end! I'm free.

The next morning I wake up to a bright light, Heaven!
Oh no, I must be mistaken, I hear my fathers voice again.

Sweetheart! So glad your okay! Nasty fall down the stairs you took!
It's just the hospital.

I hear the faint words, You'll be out in a few days.
 
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