My Collection Of Poems...{{COMPLETE}}

It all ended at exactly half past nine...

I sat there in the corner, curled up into a ball, pretending that everything was fine

But nothing was fine, everything stopped at exactly half past nine

I used to stand there, getting beaten by my dad, i never dared to speak a word

I would just look at him, and stay very very quiet, just like a little bird.

I used to look at my scars, from head to toe, wondering why me?

My friends would ask me what happened, and they would say they looked sore

But i never told the truth, i lied and told them that i got slammed into a door.

If only they knew what was happening inside my house, the house i like to call Hell.

If only they knew what was happening to me, it would finally ring a bell.

But now all thats fading, as everything ended at exactly half past nine.