Bruised and Beaten

His fist crashes into my face
And I yell in distaste
But don’t fight back
As I lack
The strength to compete with him.
He hits me again and again
Until when the number reaches ten
The lights go dim
As I collapse to the ground
Falling down.
He leaves the room,
Leaves me in my tomb
As I didn’t do anything, didn’t tell anyone
Thinking that I would be shunned
I will never see again my mother’s soft, gently face
Or feel her warm embrace
I should have told someone
But instead I kept to myself, telling none
I guess this is what I get
When I forget
to do everything right
even though I tried to please him with all my might
My eyelids are getting heavy
As I am shedding
My very last tears
And shut out all the sound from my ears
There is only silence in the air
Life isn’t fair