sleep, i dont think so

sleep deprived once again.
why do i just sit in the darkness?
i know sleep wont come.
im afraid to sleep,
for fear of what i will feal.
will i feal his hands wrap around me.
will i feal them tighten around my neck?
will i heal the pund of his fist,
can i ever excape him.
can i ever excape the blade that once peirced me?
i can sill feal the scar.
i can remember stiching myself up.
and not leaving the house for weeks.
i can still hear the sound of breaking glass.
i can feal the window shatter and peirce my skin,
as i go though it.
i can hear his voice telling me to get up.
screaming at me because i was getting blood on the floor.
he was mad at me for the bleeding cuts he caused.
do you remember dad?
do you remember all that you did to a 6 year old?
do you even remember why?
i do. there wasnt one.
you were just drunk and mad and you saw me.
you saw your 6 year old daughter cowering in the corner.