Sunday, August 7, 2011

Poetry: Home Sweet Terror

I lay there and silently weep as he walks away
I hear a door slam and begin to pick up the pieces of my broken life
I try to pretend the hurt is not there

I'm brought to reality with each punch...
Each burn...
Each cry for help...

Nobody reaches out for the small helpless girl

She remembers the time her life was perfect
The time he actually loved her
The time he bought her a puppy for Christmas
And the time he didn't torture her mother

She hears footsteps in the distance and cowers in the corner
He finds her and quickly picks her up like it's all ok
"Just be a good little girl for daddy" he says
She begins to cry once more as he begins the torture once again

But nobody notices the damages he causes
Nobody notices the bruises
Nobody sees what goes on behind those closed doors...

But everybody pretends it's all ok

He pretends what he does is normal
That it doesn't hurt her
That she's not just a little girl

She constantly screams "Why do you do this to me?"
But it goes unnoticed
Just continues destroying every bit of her life

She still cries for help and the world stays silent
Her cries become more persistent and painful to hear
Nobody wants to believe that it's real
That it's really happening

"A father wouldn't do that kind of thing" they say
They swear she is just telling stories and that everything is ok
She's just a spoiled child wanting more

Contributed by TW, age 16

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