It is the middle of the night
The time they always fight
Daddy was drinking again
Taking mommy to the den
I can hear her painful screams
Giving me nightmares for dreams
She thinks I don’t know,
But her bruises always show
I don’t know why she stays
Couldn’t she just run away?
She swears that he will change
Until one day he’s so deranged
That he grabbed a knife
And took my mommies life.
In handcuff’s he’s carried away
And with a new family I will stay
So this little girl
Is taken to a brand new world
But my new daddy gets really mad
Doing things to me that are bad.
On myself I begin to place the blame
Wherever I am, my head hangs low in shame
Why did this happen to me? I’m just a kid
So I ask God if it is something that I did.
The answer I never did get,
Because that night, dad took my life in a drunken fit.
Gone are the nights that I sat and cried.
It is not bad that I died.
Because me and my mommy now sit side-by-side

So sad....and beautifuly written

Deeply saddening,however it is beautifully expressed & written.Excellent write.

very sad but glad I read it.........

thank you everyone,
yes it is very sad...but unfortunatly it far to common of a story. not necessarily the dying part..but the abuse part.

Beautifully written.