The Hell Apartment

Once another figment of my fucked up mind. 'Scuse the french

 

I huddle in a dirty ball
And their screaming turns to tears
Exceptional which that I wasn't
Bringing to life all my fears

More and more the shouting rose
Their screams of hateful demise
I try not to cry too loud
So maybe to me they won't despise

My smock is dirty with tears
Dried blood , and trashy mud
The bruises that line my face
Are where over my face they trudge

In this corner I will hide
In the apartments of this hell
Listening to the fighting hour after hour
Becoming a numbing and fearful spell

Now last I curl up
As the fists come down on me
And now that finally I'm gone from this place
My soul could maybe be free

Author's Note

Child abuse. All I have to say.

Reviews

[Heather LeAnn]

I really liked this, it was very emotional and it makes a clear point.
Very beautiful.

[rwar ish me]

this made me wanna cry.
It is very powerful.
Very nice write

[Kesha]

that is so sad that you had to go through that :( but a wonderful poem to let it all out!