Why
By Billy IAmWhoIAm
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Your fist slams down, breaking bones
twisted love is all you have
still the child grabs at that
any love is better than none
Bruises prove your love for him
silent tears asking why
sleep brings the only peace he knows
his nightmares he lives everyday
In the morning, he hears you yelling
can he sneak out without a punch
not today as dad smacks him again
not for a reason, just ’cause he’s mean
Walking to school all alone
knows he’s nothing ’cause his dad tells him so
never had a friend, not a one
no one wants to hang with someone like him
Running home to do his chores
gotta be done before dad gets back
in the back door dad is there
where have you been you little shit
you’re three minutes late
You backhand your son
he looks at you and asks
what have I done
to make you hate me so much
don’t cry, little pansy
or you will get it again
Eyes blurred with tears of pain
scrubbing the floor, muscles sore
checks on dad, he’s passed out again
shoulders slumped, walks to the door
In the garage he knows what needs to be done
without feeling, he gets all ready
everything in place, one last thing to do
kicks the chair out from underneath