Domi

The Closet

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.