Abuse Poem.

A gut wrenching screech of the voice, a scarring slap of the hand.
I feel your deadly wrath upon me, like a wild fire to dry land.
Is doesn’t matter what you do, or how you go about it.
It doesn’t help me understand, why I can’t live without it.
The darkness of this inside world, knowing I can’t tell.
I pray to god that when I die, this will end as well.
The tires screeching on the gravel, as you pull up outside.
I’m crouching in a corner, my scared eyes open wide.
I’m shaking uncontrollably, as the dreaded key goes in.
I’m flattening myself against the wall,if I fought I could not win.
I’m hoping to the blessed heavens, I’m praying to the stars.
That maybe you won’t notice me, my hopes don’t reach that far.
I feel the stinging, slashing feel, when that solid belt whips out.
I always did appreciate, it when you did go out.
I try hard not to wince,I think of other things.
Slashing with the belt with the studded metal rings.
The tears they run like wild rivers flowing to the sea
I wish to god that you would just, please, stop hurting me.
You stop, and i fall, hitting the cold forgiving floor.
It's coldness cools my wounds ,and its not so sore.
You walk away and leave me ,i wish that i would die.
I hear the door slam closed, and i wonder why.
I hear my heart is pounding,and i hear the car.
I close my eyes and hope to god, that death is not too far