Sixteen years of this pain and torture

Sixteen years without love nurture

I've gone through life for so long

Treated so wrong

I am the pain, the tears

I am your worst living fears

You look at me as if I am the plaque

As if I'm a dying flower unable to be saved.

I hide in the darkness from your blows

You can't see me because I hide low

The pain you cause burns within my veins

To the point where I want death just to be saved

What did I do wrong for you to hate me so

What did I do wrong to cause another blow

You gave me my life 

But have filled it with strife

I would laugh at the irony of it all

But I fear that your fists will start to fall

On me to make me cry

In front of them you lie

You speak of love and pride

While I lay with a bleeding heart day and night.