Waking up

When I wake up in the morning I feel a sensation none other can feel,
The heart has stopped, steady and steal.
Like a rocket shooting for the moon, I'm a child trying to hide in a human cocoon.
Bruises and bumps that appear over my body, new ones happening every day.
I'm so scared of my father I just want to get away.
In the shower I go washing the blood from my face and the tears from my eyes,
Just standing there wanting to die.
As I get out of the shower I suddenly see, that this is the way God wanted me to be.
I was to stand up for myself and not let him put me down, for this once it was him that was going to be on the ground.
So the very next day, I got out of bed not wanting to see what was just up ahead.
There father was standing tall, with his arm up against the wall he said "listen here you little twit don't tell a word don't let this slip.
I saw fathers arm swing before my eyes, lucky for me he got the surprise.
The police broke in just in time otherwise I knew that I could have died.