the belt bits as it tears into my skin, 

leaving behind a trail of fire

i try not to scream out as your fist connects with my face

blood.

blood is everywhere

i cant help but think,

why? why me

i slowley start to fade from this world as the fists grow heaver. 

each swing, each connect, 

leaving behind a pain.

a pain so horrible but yet not.

slowely. ever so slowly i loose myself in the pain.

this world is left behind as i travel deep within my brain.

maybe...

just maybe if i was pretty enough....wait

or skinny enough

the world would except me, or maybe he would. 

the one whos fists belt me all over my body

pain.

there is no more pain.