as I walked through this door
I heard not one sound in the house
I thought maybe I'd get away tonight
without worrying where to hide
but I was wrong...
as I walk down this hallway
as glad as I could be
as I opened the kitchen door
you loudly popped out at me
yells went around, hits got thrown
one of us was standing
and one of us was down
I don't say anything
I just lay here crying
to weak to even speak
waiting for mommy to come home
but she's not.
so while you're hitting me
I'm thinking...
maybe it's to teach me a lesson
maybe to show me the pain you feel
or maybe because you're to drunk to realize
so as I hold my breath
wishing to fade away
I know you did this for a reason
that maybe I'll understand someday
but until then daddy
as you fight me
to only see me not fighting back
I hope you learn
that abusiveness..
can only make you lose everything
that ever tried to love you
so maybe daddy
as you're standing
over my casket
your thinking
maybe I shouldn't of..
but I'll never know
what you think daddy.
so coming from your little girl
I forgive.
at least I'm with mommy
and she says she forgives you too.
Waiting For Mommy To Come Home
This poem is really sad but really good and well written. I personally have never been through physical abuse, but I am going through verbal abuse with my mom. Think you could write a poem...
Maybe Daddy
Published: April 2008