I used to ask myself;
what did I do?
My answer:
it's just because you're you.
I used to think to myself;
why did I get hit?
My answer:
was just another fist.
I used to wonder;
when will it end?
My answer:
when I am dead.
He never stopped;
the hitting and beating.
I never stopped,
receiving and bleeding.
Then one day;
he hit so hard,
I couldn't breath;
he stopped my heart.
It was to late;
by the time the ambulance came.
He was gone,
and I live in a grave.
So please I ask;
before it is to late,
STOP ABUSE:
IT TAKES LIVES AWAY.
Sindal Benson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stop-child-abuse-together/
