ABUSED

ABUSED
Why does mommy hate me so,
and why does daddy too?
Locked up in this room all day,
with nothing i can do.

Sometimes i hear them laughing,
with all their friends around.
while i am upstairs starving,
but dare not make a sound.

The door will open sometimes,
as i shrink back to bed,
a drunken fist comes smashing down,
and bangs into my head.

Then comes the verbal onslaught,
of how i am no good.
Sitting there in abject filth,
my tears mixed with blood.

Then locked in darkened room again,
to cry away the pain
and all i do is sit and wait
until it starts again.