Silently you sit there
quietly you watch
you don't know how to help me
so it never stops
He raises his hand again
you silghtly turn away
you eyes are trying to water
but you fear that you'll be next
so you sit there quietly
trying not to wince
you don't know how to help me
so silently at night
I sneek into the back room
and grab the metal handle
quietly i creep
slowly down the hall
i open up his bedroom door
BANG!
our fear may rest at ease
This is just a poem I have not shot anyone.
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