They are just ignored.
We all know where they came from
And they hurt me like a sword.
I'm in my room crying now
Sitting alone on my floor
I don't know what to do,
But right now I am just so sore.
The bruises on the outside
They really dont hurt that much
It's the pain I feel on the inside
That's really hard for me to touch
No one knows about this secret of mine
But, there are some people who know
Those are the people, who live here,
They see the bruises come and go.
My sister, she just stands there
And watches it all happen
She then goes to her room
I know she too is saddened.
I know its all my fault,
Because if I had never yelled,
That hand would have never raised
That hand that pounds me down to hell.
While it all happens I yell and scream
crying for help saying "please stop",
but with each cry only from me
the hand then raises, it brings another pop.
It really doesn't happen much
Just once every now and again
I'll say or do something wrong
Then the cycle, it all begins.
Well, I really must go now
I hear them coming down the hall
I don't know what is going to happen,
I really hope they dont hit me at all.
-Jennifer L. age 15