The Last Strike

October 15, 2008
By Anonymous

He said he loved me
But he treated me like dirt.
He said he’d never harm me,
But when he held me, it hurt.

Not only hurt on the outside,
But also in my heart.
He’d hold me tight
And my mind and body would part.

When he held me
I wasn’t allowed to cry.
He’d strike me again
Should a tear leave my eye.

The last time he struck me,
He knew it sunk in.
According to him
My last breath was also my last sin.

I lay here patiently
Waiting for them to come
To take and put me away
While Daddy silently realized what he’d done.

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