you sat and you watched,

as he beat me black and blue,

smiling you said theres not a thing i can do,

he put me in the basment,

it was dark and damp,

unfinished, with spiders crawling around,

i was scared of the dark and spiders but you locked me down there .

i had no where to sleep,

but on the rock floor,

souronded by dirt,

he came down to beat me some more,

slamming me against the dryers

cussing me out,

i ignored him throwing my pleas to you,

moms where supposed to love you,

not beat you,

hurt you,

you lowerd my self esteem,

drawling it down,

i cut myself because of you,

and him

i think of killing myself .

WHY DID YOU NOT HELP ME?

i loved you with all my heart,

but mom you ask me to resepct you ,

after what you did?

i think not,

even if you hit me i will not raise a hand to you

i will not lose myself to violence