Daddy Stop

by stephalee   Jul 12, 2004


He raises his hand and hits me
How I wish someone else could see
See how much he hurts us
But when Mommy says stop all he does is cuss
Now hiding in a closet I am so scared
Daddy comes home his anger bared
I try not to cry or make a sound
We hear him looking for us all around
He opens the closet door his face all red
That was the instant I knew I was dead
Mommy screams and grabs me as we head to the front door
But we fall with a thud and hit the floor
Daddy's so mad and he has his shotgun
With a bang thats it our story here is done

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