Why Daddy?

I come home everyday
Dad's home to my dismay
On the days mom works late
I wonder when she gets home if it'll be to late

Dad grabs me when I walk in the door
Says I'm not good for anything anymore
He takes the back my legs and drags me to the bed
I wonder when mom gets home if I'll already be dead

He hits me and curses
And tells me I'm worthless
I can't yell or he'll hurt me even more
I no longer try running for the door

I hold my mouth closed and don't say a word
Sometimes I wonder if the noise is truly unheard
The neighbors seem to know something's not right
Everyone seems to know when I put up a fight

Glasses can't hide bruises so deep
And makeup can't hide streams of tears that I weep

Daddy I'm tired why must you hurt me?
I guess a long life isn't always a guarantee

Today I came home
He got off the phone
Grabbed me again
And that's when I knew
It would soon be the end

I can't take the pain anymore
I'm crouching on death's door
No more bruises no more scars
No more of his cigars on my skin
I can't hold on any longer
This is truly the end

Daddy I'm angry
I didn't deserve
The pain and the scars
That I got when you got
Home from those late night at the bars

Mommy I'm leaving
Now you're all alone
Be careful
Don't let daddy hurt you
But remember there's nothing he can do
To seperate me and you
You'll always be in my heart
It's time for us to now depart

**No..my dad doesn't beat me...I'm lucky and have a wonderful dad...but I was just thinking about how many teens are beaten everyday and some even killed by how often they're beaten and even how bad...if you are one of the many teens, children, or maybe even audults that are beaten I beg you please, please ask someone for some help...don't be afraid...the police are here to help...and they want to help...don't let it get so bad that you can no longer live...you could have a great life...but you must choose to seek help...**