That Night I Cried


I don't know why my daddy hurt me so,

My arm is broken and it hurts to move;

Why he has done this; I'll never know,

I wish this would stop; I wish it'd improve.

Now that I am grown; I fear him no more,

But it's others I fear will hurt me now.

I remember the days that were before,

I want to let go but I don't know how.

 No one ever helped me although I tried

I tried to be strong, to pull through it all

To reach out for help; no one paid any mind.

Now I am scarred; and I feel oh so small.

I hid in my closet all through the night,

Hoping that someone would make it alright.


*DISCLAIMER (not a part of the poem):  This is not about personal experience!*


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