The match that lit my depression

My daddy used to scare me
when I was only three.
Used to yell so loud at night,
while him and mommy used to fight
Daddy used to drink all day
tried to drink his pain away.
I remember when he turned on me
I thought daddy how can this be?
I used to pray that I wouldnt cry,
at only six I wanted to die.
He used to be my soldier standing tall.
but now I hate him after all
Depressions fire has been lit
it started each time with a hit
I wish it would go away
leave me be till a different day
to live this way I never asked
but around my friends my depressions masked.
My boyfriend used to beat me
used to touch where you cant see.
I used to have to lie
and only inside could I cry.
I never could say
where I went each day.
So not even my closest friend does know,
what I was forced to do.
She always thought I had to stay home
She didnt know I wasnt alone.
I would sneak out to my boyfriends place,
he gave me bruises just not on my face.
I guess he didnt want them to show
no he just didnt want people to know.
He used to push me around
help me up and watch me fall down.
Depressions fire has been lit
it started each time with a hit
I wish it would go away
leave me be till a different day
to live this way I never asked
but around my friends my depressions masked.

Hayley ©