*IMPORTANT MESSAGE*
He washes down the last mouth full,
In hopes, it will ease his pain,
"Come back here, you useless kid,
It's time to play a little game"
I know your game, "father"
It is like the million before,
I'll scream forever,
While you beat me to the floor.
Tonight, it goes no different,
Like Always, she isn't here,
Has the guilt gotten to heavy,
Did her to watch me in despair?
Cant she watch her daughter cry,
While you explode in fits of rage,
Am i not worthy of her love,
Compassion or any praise?
So slam that heal even deeper,
I cannot be bothered to fight,
I promise i won't say a word,
To anybody - about tonight.
Just throw a few more plates,
I am sure these cuts will heal,
Blood may cover my face, dad,
But I'm immune, i cannot feel.
Bruises may lace my body,
But i will not say a thing,
After all i am your punch-bag,
It is common to feel the sting.
So here i am again, writing,
Just another pointless piece,
I'll tell the paper of your sins,
And pray this torture will cease.
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Her Diary Wrote.
"Sorry dad but I've snapped,
My will has gone astray,
My heart once innocent and loving,
Has decided it's time today ...
I blame you for the memories,
That you burnt inside my head,
And i hate you for the cursing,
That has drunken me to death ...
Your Drunkness never died
Never the less
Its killed me
And My Innocence
So here i cry
Once again
Beaten Bruised
It never ends.
((*This is WHY parents should never drink*))