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Battered and bruised

bones almost shattered

its painful to move

but it seems none of that mattered



It hurt me more

to know who attacks me

is one of those among

my supposedly loving family



Bloody and Dying

I try desperately to erase

the angry hateful look

on my cruel father's face



He creeps to my body

to finish the job

but just as he starts to attack

I let out a sob



Father,my Father

This can't be true

he says" yes it is"

and "I don't love you"



So without my fathers love

i'd rather give in

so i let him finish the job

let my death begin...