Abuse

A Poem I wrote for a friend

I  can't believe its happened again.
I thought this would stop long ago.
After all, you are my dad.
But that doesnt stop the abusive blows.

I have come to realize
I must stand up to you.
But Im afraid I'll loose control
And beat you till your black and blue.

You've given me bruises,
Scars and a concussion.
You've brought me to a point
I'd like to teach YOU a lesson.

I believe its time
For you to realize
Im going to get you back.
And it'll be a surprise.

I can't quite decide
What I will use.
Maybe a gun, possibly a knife.
Just something to stop the abuse.

Now shut the hell up
And get on your knees.
Though it will not do any good,
It'll make your death a breaze!

The time has come
For th eabuse to end.
And its time
For my life to begin.

The abuse has stopped
I'm not afraid.
His death was nessassary,
My life he set out to degrade.

This is my story
Of my childhood.
But in the end,
I did the world some good.