There was a girl
Always afraid
She'd sit
In the corner,
With terror
In her eyes
Dying from the kicks
Screaming in pain as
Another punch
Scores a bull's eye
Soon enough,
She's covered with scars
Having difficulty walking
And getting utterly thin
No one knows
How she's treated
When there's no one
But her and the beater
She tries to hide it
But sometimes they ask
All she can say
It was an accident
All she wants,
Is to come home
To nothing.
An empty house,
No mother
Just for a few days
No bruises
No marks
Maybe she'll heal
But the cuts,
The bruises,
The knots,
The tears in her heart,
Seem to only get worse.
Her tangled, greasy hair
disappearing,
being ripped out.
the tears that fall
Now seem pointless
As she comes home
Sitting on a stove, set on high
She thinks now,
That there is no hope
So she sits and takes it
As her mom rips her to shreds
The scars may always be there
For she won't ever know
How long it'll take
For them to disappear
Stealing her self esteem,
The attacks keep on happening
An 'accidental' stab
Right in the stomach
She'd broken her arm,
Been smashed by a table
Thrown onto glass
And her spirit keeps fading
As she slowly falls
Away from the world
Inside herself,
Though still scared,
She is safe
For once.
