Whipped down by words and by fists
violent pain from you're lips haved kissed
blood from your mouth you spit
suffering when you didn't deserve it
tears from what no child should know with every hit your anger and hate grow
can't forget what pain that has already been done
from the violent hand you try to run
being beaten down to the core
wishing that there was't any more
scared of the raised fist, fear you can't hide
thoughts of horrible things thoughts of suicide
crying from the pain you go through
a tear and hope is what i give to you
know you aren't alone god is there
so get through the pain and take care
just know the suffering will end
so you're tortured soul can mend
