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Late on the dishes, food still on the plate
Mommy is mad-Daddy's home late.
I'm in the corner crying all alone
Wishing to myself, get me out of this home.
I'm always getting beaten, never treated well
I'm the one child's whose life’s a living hell.
Thrashes on my back, bruises on my face
All because I didn't clean up this place.
I don’t have a bed, cement floor is all I got
Cold walls, no blankets, not even a cozy cot.
Laundry not completed, so no dinner for tonight.
My family all eating, plainly in sight.
Raggedy clothes, cold feet I must add
I know what you're thinking you must have been bad
But that’s not the case-Honest to god
I'm just a misfit, the odd pea from the pod.
I was cute in the beginning, a mistake in the end.
Not allowed to socialize, not allowed to have one friend.
Daddy doesn't like me, he's mean-it's true
He yells mean things at me for anything I do.
He tells me he'll kill me, that I'm going to hell.
If anyone asks he'll tell them I just fell.
Mommy doesn’t say much-well nothing at all.
I'm not allowed to do anything-I have to lay there when I fall.
Looking all depressed is what I do best
But trying to survive is definitely a big test.
No child should live the life I have to go by
Every child should smile, and have no reason to cry.
Living in my world, is definitely not fun
I guess I'm that *lucky* child, that very *special* one.
You call me names,
You curse me out,
When I make you mad,
You scream and shout,
I know you love me,
and I know you care,
there’s times when you show it,
but those times are rare,
I hardly get to see you,
but the times that I do,
You’re either drunk or high,
but Daddy.. I still love you,
You hit me a lot,
but it's because I do you wrong,
I must do you wrong plenty,
since these bruises stay for so long
I keep my feelings
locked up inside,
the bruises and scars,
I try to hide,
When the doctor asked,
who gave these bruises to me
I didn’t tell them it was you Daddy
I told them it was me,
I don’t know if they believed me,
but they put this needle in my arm, Daddy I pray that when I'm gone they will do you no harm,
Daddy I'm getting scared,
I look around
and you’re no where to be found
as I take my very last breath,
I go peacefully, without you, to my death.
One girl cries
Her mom beats her
Abusing substance
Taking her life
One girl cries in her room
Where no one can hear her
Takes a knife
Let the pain bleed red, flows from her wrists
Poor girl, I love her so
Can I save her
Someone help me
Someone help her
Can she be saved?
As one girl cries
