Painful Tears

The yelling never stops
The cursing or the swearing.
She never tried to make it stop
Because it was too daring.
For if she interrupted
All the fighting and the anger,
They would get so upset
That her life would be in danger.
The pushing and the shoving
Soon would find its way out,
And the hitting and the slapping
Would also come about.

Her mother was never home
And her father was a bum,
And every night as she lie in bed
The tears, how they would come.
Harder and harder they fell
As she thought about her life,
But then something went through her head:
She could end it with a knife.
Every night she thought this thought
As the tears came falling down.
When finally she picked up a blade
And blood fell on her gown.
She didn't take her life that night
When the blood came pouring out,
She just made a tiny cut
And she didn't have a single doubt.
The pain and tears never stopped
As she fell into a rut.
Now every night before falling asleep
She makes a tiny cut.