Abused

Battered clothes,
And broken bones,
These aren't the results,
Of sticks and stones.

Hits from her dad,
When he is in the drink,
She is about to give up,
Jump off life's brink.

The physical abuse,
Isn't just it,
She is also often,
Emotionally hit.

Things children shouldn't hear,
Are flung at her every day,
They worst part is,
She has no way to get away.

So she sits there quietly,
Taking every hit,
Until one day,
She decides that is it.

It is too much,
She can't do it anymore,
Soon she will be hanging,
Above the floor.

She hangs up her rope,
Bows down her head,
Prays got won't hate her,
When she is dead.

She slips in her head,
Closes her eyes,
Steps off the chair,
And finally dies.