I don’t think he knows
That the mere threat already sends a blow to the face
I don’t think he sees
That the tears falling from the eyes aren’t because of the pain
I don’t think he’s heard
The whimpers of sleepless hours for visions of the past
I don’t think he’s seen
The bruises that have been concealed from even him
I don’t think he wonders
About the thoughts of the beaten when all is now quiet
I don’t think he worries
About the many knives the hand has held
I don’t think he cares
About the hysteria that grasps the soul and races the heart
I don’t think he’s thought
Of the killing effect on the mind
I don’t think he feels
The nails that break through veins and skin
I don’t think he hears
The silent screams of the visions that show blood
I don’t think he wonders
If the alleged demons really do attack the child
I don’t think he’s thought
If the shaking is more than an affect of the Holy Ghost
I don’t think he’ll care
If I try to tell him what’s wrong
I don’t think he’ll notice
If I finally break the skin
I don’t think he’ll hear
The whimpers of pain and fear
I don’t think he knows
That my fingers still twitch now and again
I don’t think he’ll understand
If I try to explain the insanity
I don’t think he’ll react
If he sees his child in a deeper pain
But most of all
I don’t think he’s the villain
That lurks in the walls and tortures my mind
I don’t think his words
Are the reasons I’m lost in the world
I don’t think he knows
That what he does affects me in this way
Because if he did I think he would surely stop
I don’t think he’s the bad guy
I don’t think he’s abusive
I don’t think he hates me
I don’t think he’s crazy
I don’t think he’s evil
I don’t think he stupid
I don’t think he’s the one that messed up my mind or even if my mind is messed up at all.
But then again…
I don’t think
That the mere threat already sends a blow to the face
I don’t think he sees
That the tears falling from the eyes aren’t because of the pain
I don’t think he’s heard
The whimpers of sleepless hours for visions of the past
I don’t think he’s seen
The bruises that have been concealed from even him
I don’t think he wonders
About the thoughts of the beaten when all is now quiet
I don’t think he worries
About the many knives the hand has held
I don’t think he cares
About the hysteria that grasps the soul and races the heart
I don’t think he’s thought
Of the killing effect on the mind
I don’t think he feels
The nails that break through veins and skin
I don’t think he hears
The silent screams of the visions that show blood
I don’t think he wonders
If the alleged demons really do attack the child
I don’t think he’s thought
If the shaking is more than an affect of the Holy Ghost
I don’t think he’ll care
If I try to tell him what’s wrong
I don’t think he’ll notice
If I finally break the skin
I don’t think he’ll hear
The whimpers of pain and fear
I don’t think he knows
That my fingers still twitch now and again
I don’t think he’ll understand
If I try to explain the insanity
I don’t think he’ll react
If he sees his child in a deeper pain
But most of all
I don’t think he’s the villain
That lurks in the walls and tortures my mind
I don’t think his words
Are the reasons I’m lost in the world
I don’t think he knows
That what he does affects me in this way
Because if he did I think he would surely stop
I don’t think he’s the bad guy
I don’t think he’s abusive
I don’t think he hates me
I don’t think he’s crazy
I don’t think he’s evil
I don’t think he stupid
I don’t think he’s the one that messed up my mind or even if my mind is messed up at all.
But then again…
I don’t think

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