Asylum
June 28th, 2010, 01:22 AM
A young girl whose’s feet couldn’t even touch the floor,
Was beaten by daddy on the floor
Eyes that were piercing through my skin
Knowing with fear that hurt was yet to begin
As he drags me closer screaming, I close my eyes in fear
as you raise your hands, I raise mine to shield my face from your rage.
I scream for help, but no one is there
No one can hear my shouts of despair
I try to escape this nightmare but no one can save me.
I just wish that you would see
What you do is wrong.
For your rage hurts others and kills them inside.
Not even locked doors are no protection from your rage..
I feel trapped in a cage
We all walk on egg shells when you are at home, for fear of your rage.
It’s sad to see your siblings getting beat and screaming, and feeling so helpless,
When they are being dragged on the floor to the other room,
To be brutally beaten by the man that they love.
Just standing there watching asking daddy please stop.
Having a mother who is trying to calm him down.
Then chaos breaks lose and more yelling comes about.
Mom then leaves us there running away
Weeping as she goes she’s on her way.
Leaving us there with an angry man.
Telling us to hide so we won’t get hurt.
Locking the doors so he can’t get in.
Praying that the madness would just go away.
Daddy is calm a few moments latter, and hugs us both.
Telling us everything is going to be ok.
He tells us to stop crying, and we must, for if we don’t we will get hurt for crying.
As the young child grows she learns her father is a monster.
Was beaten by daddy on the floor
Eyes that were piercing through my skin
Knowing with fear that hurt was yet to begin
As he drags me closer screaming, I close my eyes in fear
as you raise your hands, I raise mine to shield my face from your rage.
I scream for help, but no one is there
No one can hear my shouts of despair
I try to escape this nightmare but no one can save me.
I just wish that you would see
What you do is wrong.
For your rage hurts others and kills them inside.
Not even locked doors are no protection from your rage..
I feel trapped in a cage
We all walk on egg shells when you are at home, for fear of your rage.
It’s sad to see your siblings getting beat and screaming, and feeling so helpless,
When they are being dragged on the floor to the other room,
To be brutally beaten by the man that they love.
Just standing there watching asking daddy please stop.
Having a mother who is trying to calm him down.
Then chaos breaks lose and more yelling comes about.
Mom then leaves us there running away
Weeping as she goes she’s on her way.
Leaving us there with an angry man.
Telling us to hide so we won’t get hurt.
Locking the doors so he can’t get in.
Praying that the madness would just go away.
Daddy is calm a few moments latter, and hugs us both.
Telling us everything is going to be ok.
He tells us to stop crying, and we must, for if we don’t we will get hurt for crying.
As the young child grows she learns her father is a monster.