Life is so confusing,
Everytime I speak out of turn,
I get a bruising.
Why is life treating me so unfair?
Filled with tragedy and despair.
Hoping, hoping, that freedom will come,
Otherwise my life might be done.
She is home so I will try to act good,
So that I might be spared another day.
The yelling starts and the torture begins,
What have I done to deserve this?
Nothing, nothing at all.
As fast as I can I run through the hall,
But all of a sudden I trip and I fall.
Rolling, tumbling down the hard wooden steps,
Once I reach the bottom I savor my breath.
She comes down and kicks me,
Then walks out the door,
I take my last breath as I lay on the floor.
Darkness surrounds me as I lay there,
My body, my bones, a badly broken.
In the dead of the night She comes back,
She picks me up and carry's my lifeless badly,
To the grave she had dug in the cold hard ground.
She throws my body in the grave,
As if I was a piece of trash,
She covers it with dirt and then walks away.
My short life has ended in an unimaginable way,
But believe it because kids go through this,
Every day.
