Him

I Try,

Time and time again To make him notice,

Even if i am living a lie,

I'm not obssesed,

I just want him so bad,

And I will keep lieing to others even if it hurts them,

Makes them mad.

I will get to him,

Even if doing it makes me feel sad.

Stop!... too late, its over.

I yell for him to stop,

I'm sorry I was loud,

I'll get the mop,

Pick the peices from the ground.

Just stop hitting me,

The neibors can hear me scream,

But they still see,

They try to think its not as bad as it may seem,

It's okay,

I am used to not being cared for,

I just wish it wouldn't hurt so bad from day to day,

I doesnt even matter to me anymore,

Or to him for the matter,

Fore he can hear me yell,

The pain climbs the ladder,

The reaper looks for a soul to sell,

And then there is dark,

They finally tell him to stop,

but its already to late.

I was Ten when he killed me,

Scarred with every mark, and scrape,

At least god won't judge me.