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The little boy just sat there
not believing what he'd just said
in that room surrounded by silence
he sat shaking his head.
But the worst was yet to come
as he heard his dad finally arrive home
the story passed from his mothers lips
And that's just how it always goes.
The footsteps came like rainfall
His fathers face still red
He tried to scream but had no chance
and took the hits to his head.
The screaming wen on for a minute
but the abuse seemed to never stop
he wished he could take back everything he said
but instead he just stood in shock.
As the blood came from his mouth and nose
he'd finally had enough,
he sheltered himself with his hands;
he had thought he was tough.
His father stopped and washed up
leaving without a word,
the bruises and scars fade in a while
but the cries and memories are always heard.
a single tear fell from his eye and dropping to his knee,
he prayed his dad would hurt nobody else
and no one more will bleed.
Memories were reflected
in the tears that fell my way
because i made those same exact wishes
10 years ago today.