Have I done something wrong? <br />Was I bad? <br />What have I done to make you so mad, to make you so hurtful, to hit me, to hurt me, to break my heart and my bones? <br />I’ll be good, I promise, don't hit me with the belt again, the buckle hurts and it leaves bruises. <br />I can't feel my heart anymore. <br />I’m hungry. <br />I’m tired. <br />I’m hurt. <br />I am a child whose mother and father have no shame they hit me with all their anger and the bruises the leave me they hid with bulky clothing. Bloody legs. <br />Bloody nose. <br />Bloody face. <br />They make me say I hurt my self while playing out side. <br />These lies I spew to everyone make my heart hurt the most. <br />My teachers all know, but they don't say a thing, and if I had friends they might tell on mommy and daddy. <br />Throwing a whiskey bottle, or a phonebook, or a punch. <br />Happy birthday. <br />Three broken teeth six stitches. <br />Merry Christmas. <br />Internal bleeding and a hospital stay. <br />Happy Tuesday. <br />I look into their eyes blue oceans of rage and green jealousy filled with anguish for all the stress they caused. <br />I grow up with a harsh way of looking at things. <br />I grow up with no rules and I block out no hate. <br />I look into their empty eyes full of death. I kill because I thought it was best. <br />It’s best that they get killed, for my sake and theirs. <br />The police, the shrinks, the news and the DFS people... the bad guys. Fear grips like an icicle hand, stabs like a blade... these people are the enemy, and they'll take me away. <br />It’s my home I want to stay. <br />It’s my life that they tired to throw away. <br />It’s my heart that they broke. <br />It’s my love that they pushed away. <br />Let me be. <br />Let my fragile body heal. <br />It’s the least you can do because now that this has happened I won’t be able to feel. <br /> <br />*This Was Written by me and Anthony Christopher Leander (I love him) *<br /><br />victoria martinez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abused-3/
