Wed, 05/08/2013 - 08:38 -- lsmiley

Beer bottles flood the floor
Bricks bruise my sunk-in face
Fake smiles hide the pain
Hammer flying towards her face
Murderous screams attack the air
Agony, shaking, hunger pains

Blood shed, day and night
Dark rooms hide my pain
Broken fingers, broken toes
This is not a father's love
Sneak away out of sight
Suffocating can't survive

Thrown bare butt on your bed
I'm so scared
This can't be right
It hurts so bad
I want to die

Wishing it was make believe
Not a distant memory


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