Once Again,
Just another day,
Once Again,
You're in pain.
Once Again,
You can't think straight,
Once Again,
You've been stuck for days.
Once Again,
Tears are in your eyes,
Once Again,
You reveal a sad smile.
Once again,
You find an empty heart,
Once again,
It's shattered apart.
Once again,
You try to numb yourself,
Once again,
You try to call for help.
Once Again,
No one is around,
Once Again,
No one can heard a sound.
Once Again,
You reveal that knife,
Once Again,
Its cuts like ice.
Once Again,
You fade away,
Never Again,
Another day.
Sorry, I'm not a very decent Poet, ok, I lied, I'm not a poet at all. But, I do wish people know the meaning of how simple words can affect one so strongly and its cliche, I know, but please, do something nice, be a good person, compliment someone today, you have no idea how much they would appreciate it.
My name is Becky I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor
My name is Becky And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
