Shot in the heart
by his cold words of hate.
I know I let him down
But I never thought it would lead to this horrible fate.
Nothing I do is right,
so for this I become truent.
I dread coming home at night
for his anger to leave everything in ruins.
Hiding had become my way of life.
Keeping everything a secret is so much easier
than taking another blow to my heart
and making his demons seer.
I never thought I would look the devil himself in the eyes,
after a childhood of prayers
and an adolesence of hiding
I no longer feel anyone can hear my cries.
If cuts could ease my pain,
there would be nothing left of me.
If pills could sedate me,
I would never see the light f day again.
If I could run away from it,
I would never come back.
If dying wouldn't hurt them,
They would never see my face again.
Adding your comment: