Wake Up

When he hits her

he hurts her

he bruises her faith

he sips,

he swings

he bruises her face

she dies inside

while others cry

for the pain she feels

but they don't know why

cause they don't know

what goes on

behind closed doors

the tears

the blood

spilled on the floors

and swept under the rug

so no one can see

the pain that now burned into her memory

her body tells a story

every bruise

every scar

the most telling of all

the crack in her heart

cause she loves her father

as best as she can

but its hard to love someone

more monster than man

late at night

she thinks back

before every night

was a boxing match

she was his little girl

he was her role model

mom was alive

he hadn't met the bottle

mom passed away

her dad became hollow

receded to a dark place

no one dare follow

the bottle became his friend

she became his punching bag

he would finish his drink

she got ice and a rag

he kicks and hurts

she hides and cries

some nights she wishes

she would simply die

if she can just make it

until she turns eighteen

she can leave the house

 and finally be free

but the night before graduation

he sucked down his drink

threw away the bottle

and went to the sink

he grabbed the knife

and went to her bed

he meant to just cut her

but she wound up dead

the next day he woke up

and found what he'd done

he checked for a pulse

he found none

a year has passed

he is sober enough

unforunately it took a tragedy

to make him wake up