Dad

There i lay quivering in bed,
Now its time for it all to be said,
I'm sick of holding this pain in,
I'm starting to think its me, and that Ive committed a sin.

It all started when i was six,
When i was up to all the usual tricks,
Playing around in the snow,
Thats all it took to get the first blow.

When i ever got took to casualty,
My dad would just say "He's clumsy, he fell from a tree",
I wish i was a little bit bigger,
Then i could just pull a trigger.

Now that I'm 10, its been 4 years,
Never before have i shed so many tears,
I'm sick of my dad splitting my head,
Just because i forgot the bread.

I wouldn't mind if Ive done something bad,
Thats is what makes me so sad,
Its stupid things like i act to camp,
Thats why he hit me with a lamp.

I will get my own back,
Then get my life back on track,
I would kill him,
But then i would of committed a sin.

So for now I'm just going to grin and bare it,
It doesn't matter if i cant sit,
The only thing that keeps me high,
Is knowing that one day he will die.

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