No hope left.

The countless times I now barely remember,
That started in that cold day in December.
The terrifying looks on their faces,
Instinctively made me quicken my paces.
The quicker I ran, the more tired I got,
The safety of home was what I sought.
It was no time at all until they caught up with me,
I knew it would be painful, of that I could guarantee.
When the first punch came, I had to succumb,
But after a few I just felt numb.
When they left me covered in blood on the ground,
My quiet whimpers were the only sound.
This continued again and again,
Everyday till my body was bruised and frail.
It was then that I decided I couldn't cope,
And what I turned to was the thick somber rope.
The nightmares haunt me even to this day,
In a two by one box tucked neatly away.