I wrote this a while ago, but it's one of my favourite poems. I hope you like it as much as I do.
Daddy say’s he loves you,
Mummy say’s it’s true.
Sister say’s it’s not rare,
Brother doesn’t care.
Most friends in the dark,
Best friend try’s to help,
But when you’re all alone with him,
All you do is yelp.
Nothing will ever stop him,
This you know is true,
And you’re lying on the floor,
When he’s finally through.
You’ve never been to know,
If he’s drunk or sober,
But the pain will go on,
From November to October.
Every night you cry,
And beg for some release,
But you know it’ll never happen,
Until he becomes deceased.
When that day happens,
Will you be happy or sad?
Sure he beat and hurt you,
But after all, he was your dad.
