At home i sit and draw on my wall
because i have no friends from school to call
During the day the playground is full of life
the shouting, laughter & song cuts me like a knife
1day i wish some1 would actually care
& help me with my step father whom i fear
No1 knows how he treats me
I thought the grazes, broken bones & bruises would be the key
On my wall i draw
Every time he beats me till I’m unconscious on the floor
He tells my mother the broken bones and bruises are from rugby
I vaguely remember when i was cuddly
But these scars have made me ugly
because i have no friends from school to call
During the day the playground is full of life
the shouting, laughter & song cuts me like a knife
1day i wish some1 would actually care
& help me with my step father whom i fear
No1 knows how he treats me
I thought the grazes, broken bones & bruises would be the key
On my wall i draw
Every time he beats me till I’m unconscious on the floor
He tells my mother the broken bones and bruises are from rugby
I vaguely remember when i was cuddly
But these scars have made me ugly
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