Pain of a broken child:

As sunshine arrives, upon my face,
the color drains out of my mind,
I realise what day it is,
Is it? Or am i just blind?

It is the day that Father arrives,
I really do dislike him,
the fact because of many things,
he may seem so unearthly,
but his footsteps make my heart ring.


He's not like normal dads you see,
He is way worse than yours,
He's violent and scary,
and oh so creepy,
He's covered with cuts and sores.

He plays with your emotions a lot,
He punches and bruises you,
You cry for help, and scream and shout,
but there's nothing you can do.

The windows seem bordered up,
with nails and planks of wood,
Blood trickles down my face,
He should be kind. Oh yes, he should.

With a blow upon my face,
I really begin to cry,
I feel a shock inside my head,
I really wish to die.

I used to love my father.
But he never felt that way,
I always try talk to him,
But he punches me and walks away.

So I leave him to be alone,
I try to fall asleep,
But with the pain drilling through my body,
I begin to shiver and weep.

As darkness strikes, I wipe my tears,
I cannot hear a peep,
so with one almighty yawn!
I fall straight fast asleep.