This Corner In the Attic
My name is Heather,
I am twelve years old.
I sleep each night,
In a room so cold.
You call it the attic,
I call call it Hell.
What happens each night,
I will never tell.
He creeps into my room,
Not very quiet at all.
He likes when I cry out,
He loves to hear me bawl.
I never get a kiss,
All I ever receive is pain.
He hits me hard,
All my crying is in vein.
I cannot tell,
Because he is my father.
If he left,
No one would bother.
I'd be shipped off,
To no place like home.
Because even with the pain,
I know I'm not alone.
I have many friends,
Who sort of know.
But I don't tell them the extent,
Of my pain at home.
I won't tell a soul,
No I'll never tell.
Anyone,
Of this place I call Hell.
I am twelve years old.
I sleep each night,
In a room so cold.
You call it the attic,
I call call it Hell.
What happens each night,
I will never tell.
He creeps into my room,
Not very quiet at all.
He likes when I cry out,
He loves to hear me bawl.
I never get a kiss,
All I ever receive is pain.
He hits me hard,
All my crying is in vein.
I cannot tell,
Because he is my father.
If he left,
No one would bother.
I'd be shipped off,
To no place like home.
Because even with the pain,
I know I'm not alone.
I have many friends,
Who sort of know.
But I don't tell them the extent,
Of my pain at home.
I won't tell a soul,
No I'll never tell.
Anyone,
Of this place I call Hell.
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Yeah, this hit home.First post.
WOOT!