Pregnant And Dying Inside

[ Again, not true. I wrote this at school so its not my best. ]

Pregnant And Dying Inside

He used to be my hero and my dad,
The one that'd always protect me,
He would always cheer me up when I was sad,
The one who'd never flee.

Then he started to act strange,
I became his victim, his bag he'd beat,
I try to stay far from his hitting range,
But all it does is make his anger heat.

Then he'd start coming home from the bar,
He would be drunk and beating on my door,
He would always scream, "Your family can't help you, they're too far,"
The door then cracks and falls to the floor.

I should say, this been going on for years,
He killed mom two years ago,
And left me in tears,
Then the bruises he left me started to show.

Tonight, I hear the car door slam,
And I know he's in for more,
I hope I'll die; no one will give a damn,
But I never really knew what was in store.

He storms in my room,
And slams me to the floor,
I fade to blackness, ready for my doom,
Not knowing that in a few months, I'd be called a w***e.

You know, I never knew what he did that night,
But it all began to show a few months later,
It was a sudden fright,
And my world started to shatter.

I hate how I know that because of my dad I can never heal,
Knowing he had nothing to hide,
Never cared how he made me feel,
Now I'm just a girl that's Pregnant And Dying Inside.