Abuse

You make me cry the way you talk to me.

It’s like I am crying a storm.

You hit me,

And yell in my face.

I don’t think you know what you are doing.

You are hurting me.

I have the bruises,

And scars that tell the truth about you.

You tell me not to tell anyone,

Or you will kill me.

I fear for my life.

I am going to die young.

No one will know my story,

Or where I went.

Some how,

You will cover it up.

I didn’t know you were behind me as I wrote.

You grab my neck,

And start choking me,

I fall to the floor,

And not move.

And you are the reason,

I am now dead.