Hiding in the closet,
Blood pooling at my feet,
I hear the screams,
But in fear, not a sound,
Not a single breath.
Hands are shaking,
Tears flowing out, with sadness,
Scars, bruises, cuts all over,
As the memories are blurred,
He\'s coming, I wont survive.
No happiness was ever seen,
Only hate and anguish,
Numbing emotions, pain,
Why am I not dead,
Where\'s my escape.
Again with the beatings,
Again with the touching,
Again with the words,
It never stopped,
He\'s angry again.
As I hide in this closet,
I feel no pain,
I feel nothing,
But the blood at my feet,
Is slowly becoming who I am.