No More Pain
Inebriated and irate
He marched to where I slept,
Stumbling - Silent -
He slowly crept
I lay in bed -
Too tired to speak,
Out of the darkness
The door begins to creak
I turn my head
As he comes near
I feel his anger
I'm full of fear
I feel his hand
Slap! - Across my face
Wishing so much
For mother's embrace -
I scream and cry
But no one hears -
As he leaves,
I wipe my tears
I run to the kitchen
And grab a knife
On this dark night
I will end his life
I run to his room
And slam open the door -
I stabbed him in the heart
Not a second after four
He can't hurt me anymore -
I can live my life
I have no one to thank
Except for that knife.
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