Scars of My Past

The abuse is almost too much to take
Until one day it became a horribly mind-numbing ache
Every swig you take from that wretched can of beer
Is another scar on my arm, another wave of cold fear?

Tears pour from my eyes while I beg you to stop
My heart wrenches terribly as you steadily chop
I try to run, and I try my best to fight
But you hold me down with all your might.

You told me you loved me, you promised you’d quit,
Yet every single day I needed the first aid kit.
Every slash on my wrist is another of your cuts
The teachers ask about it, I tell them it’s from stupid mutts.

My eyes are swollen and black, my lip cut in two
Daddy, how would you feel if I did this to you?
The blood trickles from my nose as I quiet my fears
And with the torn sleeve of my shirt wipe away my tears.

I desperately miss Mommy, her voice soft and gentle,
The way you treat me would be driving her mental.
I miss the way she held me, and told me it was ok
And it was on her shoulder I would lay.

But then one day she hung herself, all because of you
I hate to admit it, but Daddy knows it’s true.
Every single scar is a reminder of his hate
The way he punches me, is this really fate?

What did I do to deserve this pain?
Why must every day I live in constant rain?
If only you would stop, If only I would shoot,
Maybe we’d both be better off, and end this root.