Poem

Laying in her bed
She can hear her parents fight
She can hear her mothers crying
In the pitch black night

Dressed in a long sleeve sweater
She walks off to school without a fight
She has to hide the bruises
Her father left that night

She enters the classroom
Her classmates give her glares
The teachers now about it
They just dont care

She opens the frontdoor
The sent of alkohol throwed in her face
Her father is slurring over her mother
Who holds a bleeding broken nose
But the girl just dont bother

She feels her fathers fist against her pale milky skin
Dont he understand that
Hurting your own child
Is the very worst sin?

She holds up the shiny blade
Shining against the light
She will finally escape
The unbearable pain tonight

She puts the blade to her wrists
Watching crimson blood flow
She close her eyes
Her sould had to go

Two parents are standing screaming
Regreting their horrible deeds
Their little girl now gone
She's on her way to freedom