Hell

this is the life she lives

As she weeps at home,

She wonders if she’s all alone.

Begs for mommy to stop crying.

Screams at God, in hopes of dying.

This is Hell, where she lives.

Beatings are the only thing - daddy gives.

She lies in bed but cannot sleep.

The pain she suffers cuts so deep.

She crawls under the sheet to hide,

But remembers that’s how baby brother died.

Crumbs are scattered on the floor.

She doesn’t dare ask daddy for more.

This is Hell, because he deprives.

There is no way she survives.

Her body lies slump in the corner.

Daddy is by no means a mourner.

Mommy shakes her to wake her from slumber,

But she had already taken her number.

This isn’t Hell anymore.

She is now a part of the Earth’s décor.

Body buried six feet under.

In hopes of not being torn asunder. 

Reviews

[gravitylava]

so, coming from an abusive/drug infested family, this poem hits home. it's kind of creepy, but what those fuckers do to people is also creepy. i hope this didn't/doesn't actually happen to you, but if it did know that you have a nice little gift because of it. broken people always save the world.
gooooooot job :)

[Gianna Perry]

This is so dark, I really do love it though. The flow, the rhyme scheme, it all fits together perfectly to broadcast such a great message.

[klp4]

So far this has to be my favorite of your poems. Extremely dark and well written. Nice job.

[Dupree]

This is a very good piece your descriptions are intense. This is an amazing dark poem. I'm very fond of it.

[MiidniightSoul]

That was amazing. It was very well written and wow you earn my respect :)) Keep up the good work

[Vanna Renee]

Oh my lord you've... absolutely grasped my look at EVERYTHING Ashley Ree! It's almost not even believing and a below Hell, but simply that we are IN Hell at the time. Keep it up honestly