Fear (child abuse)

Rainy days and stormy nights
a train running through my mind
tree's fall knocking out the lights
and I somehow, lose all track of time

I sat there in that corner all alone
wondering what will happen next
praying that he didn't come home
I was wrong, now I'm in a hell of a fix

I heard her tell him, I got beat up bad
he had to come and look for himself
when he saw me crying, he did get mad
after that beating, all I thought of was death

I was always wrong because he had his own rule
and no matter what I did, it just wasn't enough
I even had thoughts of camping out at school
because living at home was getting to be rough

I use to cry a lot, but I got broke in with pain
it's hard to do at time, and I can't understand
holding the tears all the years who can explain
he walked around, proudly calling himself a man

He just didn't know what I had been thinking
pay him back for all the pain that he gave me
wait till he passed out from all the drinking
could burn the house down and I would be free

It's sad to think of all the pain a child gets
so hard to deal with and seems no one cares
they go through this life with so many regrets
from living in shame and hiding from his fears.©2007 Tracydr42

when will it ever stop?