Make the pain stop.

Everytime You hit me, I could only hope it would be the last time.

      Every black and blue spot on my body, I try to hide them....It shows people that I will hide things, I tell them I am clumsy and I always fall...people do not believe that I am this way, but if the truth came out, NO ONE would believe that they all came from you. You happen to be that bad boy, the one no one thinks is really bad, just the one who will always skip class. Today I feel like  I am finally strong enough to fight back...I see you, you seem Mad....You come up and hit me fist after fist, I stand there and take it. When you are finshed, I stand back up and tell you the same lines over again that I am tired and finished with you....You look up to me with those big blue eyes, the way you do when you want something...I tell you touch me again and you will not have a hand, you laugh and swing again. As I lay there that night beside you in the bed, I think back and see I am much stronger....I get out of bed, lucky that you are a hard sleeper...I grab my clothes and my car keys, a bottle of gasoline and a box of matches......The last thing I remeber was me waling away, getting in my car, driving away from the monster who made me a ghost in the shadow...

Author's Note

Girls are more often to become abused, I would know, but at the same time, people only see what they want... Listen to people if they say they are abused...they may need your help