Him...

I need to get out,
I need to leave,
He won't hurt me,
Is what I don't believe,

He scares me,
When he yells,
And it feels like half of him,
Is from hell.

I hide from him,
But he finds me,
I crawl under the bed,
And find he's laying beside me.

I'm not scared,
Of getting hurt,
I'm scared of HIM,
Smashing my soul to dirt.

That day that he hurt mom,
I can't get out of my mind,
It's when this happened,
He stole my soul, That I still can't find.

He thinks it's funny,
That I am so scared,
I wish with all my heart,
That he cared.

When I cry,
He shushes me,
When I run,
He laughs and runs after me.

He hurts me almost everyday,
Not physically but mentally,
He's killing me inside,
I just wish he could see.

He doesn't understand my life,
He doesn't even try,
He doesn't know,
How much I want to die.

Know one knows,
It doesn't travel outside the house,
I keep quiet,
Quiet as a mouse.

I don't dare tell anyone,
Incase he finds out,
Even though my insides,
Are tempted to cry out and shout!

On the outside,
He is the nicest guy,
No one knows,
How much his daughter wants to die.

If I kill myself,
He'll know it was him,
He was the one,
That made my life so dark and dim.

~*I know this poem sucks...I wrote it a long time ago...and found it the other day....I was sort of "In The Moment" when I was riding this...and I wasn't really thinking...thats why it sucks...plus I was like 12 or something....*~