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Unheard Confessions
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roselilie PM
A childs hidden childhood...not one of my best...please R&R
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 438 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 03-29-05 - id: 1871662
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Death

Destruction

Deceit

Is she

Pulls my hair

Doesn't let go for another mile

She

Smiles only to see me cry

Her eyes stare at me and tell me to die

Laughs when I'm in pain

Even harder when it's caused by her

She

Smacks my face

Wanting to break my jaw

Punches my stomach

Just to see me fall

I do my best not to cry

Just so she won't strike

One more time

She speaks to me

Like I'm just fine

While she yells

I do my best not to cry

It's been an hour

My answer still not right

Its 1am

Past my bed time

No help to protect my sides

She hits me

Because I cried

I'm so hungry

I didn't eat

I made sure she was full

Before I got my bowl

It's been nine years since daddy died

I was only one at the time

Tears threaten my eyes

She kicks me one more time

My legs receive the pain

Here comes another bout

Of infinite rage

All because a year ago

I spilled my juice

It's no use

I cry anyway

Its 2am

She's says "Fine

I'm going to bed

Don't do it again!"

She leaves my room

I close my eyes

Wondering if

It's safe to cry

I hold my tears for

One more hour

The house is dark

She's asleep and in her room.

I close my eyes and begin to cry

Just one more time

I still stay quiet because she's near by

Now my pillow is soaking wet

My face is swollen

My eyes are red

And it starts all over again

In her room

I hear her scream

Screaming "NO!" loudly in her dream

She won't remember it when she wakes up

She doesn't stop for another two hours

Its 5am I get out of bed

My day starts all over again

I wake her up

Find her clothes

Pack her lunch

She's ready to go

I rush to my room

To hurry up

Get dressed

Forget my lunch

I hide the bruises

From last night

Hoping it would be the last fight

Maybe things will go right

I put on my mask and live out life

I come home

Take off the mask

I rush to the kitchen to make supper again

I clean the house

Do some homework

Waiting for her to come home

When she looks at me

I fear everything

I look up just one more time

And ask "please daddy not tonight"

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