Help me,
Someone save me.
He's back again,
And my wounds haven't turned to scars yet.
He is going to find me,
My body, a canvass
His belt, the brush.
I can smell the liquor on his breath,
But he is not drunk.
I thought mama kept enough beers?
He'll be harder
His grunts rougher,
His slaps louder,
His curses cruder.
Maybe I can undo Mama's mistake.
The rope or the pills she takes?
My blood paints the ground each night,
It doesn't matter if I go,
From a cut to my fragile wrist.
Tonight,
I'll pick up my torn clothes,
Stand up with my bleeding legs,
Clean my tear stained face,
And correct the mistake I am.
Pikachu