I hide in the corner away from the fear

I hear the footsteps so loud, so near

I try to pretend its gonna be fine

But I know its not because it is the time

I made him angry, I didn't mean to

I said the wrong stuff and he knew

He comes after me while I try to hide

I hold in my breath I need to stay quiet

But not even that helped he found me

And kicked me with his knee

Making me cough up blood

It is so thick as thick as mud

While he calls me names

He punches my face

Bruises are nothing its usually worse

I think I must have a curse

Todays the worse maybe he'll stop

To the floor, down I flop

blood pools around me

He says he's sorry

But its too late I'm gone

I should've run

The End

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