Memories are forever

Tears rolling down my face
My mind, back to that place

Sitting, rocking, on my bed
With a pillow, on my head

Hearing cries of anger and pain
From this what does he gain?

The noise goes down
I begin to frown

I know its my turn next

Hearing thuds up the stairs
i start to say my prayers

Why me god? Why me?
I ask god, before he can see

Then he comes in
And commits his sin

Why had it been her?
Why not someone else?
Its not fair!

***This is about an abusive childhood.***