Hurt Poem by Bianca Baier

Every night I would cry in my room,
whill my mom would be getting beat, because of me.
Every time i would hurt meself,
to show how much he hurt me too.
I just wont to die,
so they would stop fighting.
Trought me up against the wall,
said dat wa it I am through.

My father would always put us in our place,
when he hits us.
He would make me fell so small,
and not worth anything.
I would cry all the time,
because I did not wont to hurt any more.
I would always try to look at the good things,
but it was not easy.

Broses faid father,
but the pain remains the same.
I still remember how you keep,
me so afraid.
The srtangth is my mother,
for all the love she gave.
Every morining i wake,
I look back to yesterday.

Just wont to stop hurting,
phisicaly and mentaly.
But I dont think it would work,
for me at all.
Try to go to consaling,
it did not work,
it just made things worse.
Cause when we get home,
the same things happend.

I just wont it all to stop,
i keep screaming out for help,
but it dose not seam that anyone is listening.
It is not easy to forget,
all the marks upon my neck.
Scared to go home,
afraid of what i might see.
I dont wont my life to be like that,
but i know it will.

I had to grow up in a war,
I would call home.
Hurt to see the pain,
on my mothers face.
I just wont all of it to be over with,
for ever and always.
But i know it will be a few hours,
befor it is.

I wonder why I carried all the pain,
maybe just to get it out latter.
Just wont to end it all,
but just cant.
Because i tryed and tryed,
I guess i am not doing it right or something.
I just dont wont to hurt any more,
so just let me go,
and dont try to save me this time.