• What did I do?
    To deserve this.
    Was it something I said?
    He raises his fist
    bringing it down,
    it crashes on me
    and I will fall,
    to the ground.

    Screaming for help,
    but nobodys awake.
    Emitting a yelp.
    He's mad.
    He's angry.
    And I just hope,
    that he doesn't kill me.

    Beaten and bruised,
    bleeding and crying.
    Eyes swollen and hurting.
    The pain-- Am I dying?
    My world goes black,
    but I can feel it within.
    Every kick he aims at me
    I feel it agaisnt my skin.

    He leaves me,
    laying here,
    broken and bleeding
    crying and dying.
    I hear him destroying,
    everything we owned.
    That raging alchoholic,
    Who's broken my every bone.

    I know this is my last day,
    The day that I die..
    And all I can think is Why?
    What did I do?
    To deserve this.
    Was it something I said?
    I will never know,
    For I am already Dead.