She burst into my room with a certain fury I have never seen before. I focused on my world a place I considered peace. A world I could run to and hid.
She took her wrist and rubbed it blood smeared on my face,
Taking my wrists and binding them to the bed post,
What sick scheme did she have planed for me today.
There was no point in screaming no one would hear me anyways,
No one ever does,
Still I tried anyways,
Yelled for help,
As she clawed my lips with her finger nails,
Digging them in until they bleed,
I still remember the words you told me,
They never seem to fade away!
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU STUPID WOTHLESS SLUT!”
Your suppose to love me,
Instead you beat me,
Memories bursting inside my head like a horror movie,
Put my face over a lit stove,
Tell me I am going to hell,
I will burn in hell and you will laugh at me,
Take daddy’s belt and slash it across my back,
Visions of you fucking daddy,
You forced me to watch.
You let daddy touch your daughters,
Watched me bleed crying for you to help me.
I held my breath as I saw you wave it in the air,
The gun you held so tight in your hand,
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, I HATE YOU, YOU DID THIS TO ME, YOUR KILLING ME, YOUR KILLING YOU MOTHER.”
Taking the gun and putting it to her head,
With a soft pull at the trigger,
She was dead,
DEAD,
Blood poured and splattered everywhere,
The image imprinted in my head,
I image I can’t seem to erase,
Guilt burns inside me,
Was this my fault?
I only tired to be a perfect little girl for you?
I did everything you told me?
I was mommy’s little helper,
Or more like mommy’s little slave.
I tried to struggle out,
But was tied to tight,
And still I am tied to that same bed post,
Waiting for someone to save me,
Help me leave this hell your own pain you placed on me. |
