Bleeding Rose Poem by Kris Mercer

I'm scared to go home especially all alone, I feel like I'm behind bars even though he only locked in cars. I don't think I deserve it, the bruises, cuts and the scars. So why do i go home? Do i want to get hurt? He call me a w@ore, when i don't even flirt. I thought we had love in the family, but that all fell to bits. Once my brother was born, I started to get hit. Is it the drugs, the drugs that he takes. or does he just not care and love the torture he makes, what his anger creates. He turned my family to fear, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t even show any tears, He hurts my mum. He used to hurt me, but the pains turning numb. We thought it would fatefully end, and we could start to re-love. But that wont happen, he will not stop till I'm up above. There is no where i can go, but I don't want to go home. I will only get hurt and get treated like dirt, but is it better than being alone. My name is Rose.....well I suppose.... I can’t remember because he calls me all these names. Because I’m one to blame. Its not my fault but, I still hang my head in shame. I dropped out of school because Could no longer stand up. all the pain and suffering I have to put up. Friends and people ask to many questions, They will never shut up. They don’t understand, I’m just fu$%ed up.