"Fear"Mature

Domestic Abuse it IS real and it CAN happen to you :(

"Fear"

It's three-thirty in the afternoon 
Time to go home,
but what is home?
Is it the place that holds my
Fears
the four walls that hide the blood, that muffle the screams, that conceal the rage?
Like I know my mom does with her black and blue stained skin. 

Although he never touches me and my sister, we 
Feel
our mother's pain.
She tries so desperately to hide the scars and tears, but
he 

ALWAYS MAKES US WATCH 

his

SADISTIC AND DEMENTED GAMES 

like they were a three-ring circus act or a
Shakespearean Drama.

My mom does her best to stay strong for us, but we
Know the truth, deep down, 
not
too deep, just below the surface
she
fears not for her own
health,

BUT FOR OUR SAFETY,

but yes, she is afraid of him
that's why she lets him in 

day after day
night after night

I pray to myself that this will be the

LAST TIME;

the

LAST TIME

I cry myself to sleep, but I've learned better because no matter how hard I hope and pray I hear them fighting,

I can hear her crash to the ground or slam into the wall.

I can only imagine myself being able to stop him, or at least help her but I am both too

SMALL 
and
SCARED

GOD I HATE THIS 
FEAR!!!!!

I try and tell people at school; my friends and teachers but they don't
believe me

WHY NOT?!?!?!?!? 

why would anyone ever joke about this?!?!?
 I have to go see mom

IN THE HOSPITAL
TONIGHT

LAST TIME
she
NEVER
did
GET UP

my sister found her in the kitchen

I dont' even want to think of what that

DID TO HER.

I KNOW DAME WELL
HE
WILL
NEVER
CARE!

But maybe now 
somebody
will believe me
maybe just maybe 
this will be the

LAST TIME 

I FEEL THIS FEAR!!!

May 18, 2009  

 

 

 


 

  

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