I use to lay in my bed, every night
and cry when they, turn out the light.
Had crazy thoughts, in my head
of the things, under my bed.
But you put them there and i blame you
cruel things you did and i know it's true.
Came in my room, something over your head
scare me to death and i would wet the bed.
You got mad one night and slung me in the floor
told me you wasn't putting up, with me anymore.
You grabbed me, by the throat that night
and you held me there, till i lost sight.
Said i couldn't sleep, in the bed anymore
and from that night on, i laid in the floor.
Can't remember a night, I never made you mad
you gave me the worse life a child ever had.
You beat on a kid, made you look tough
and your kicks in the back really got rough.
Said you couldn't see me, because of no light
knew where i was, you put me there every night.
Laid there at night and remembered what you said
had a thought one night, to come burn your bed.
What a sad thought, for a little child to think
of all the stupid things, you did when you drank.
Tracy Rollings
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-to-think-child-abuse/
