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Last Time
Copyright, Meg
i open my eyes
im all alone
sitting on the floor
near the phone
where is my sister
when will she call
if only i didnt
see what i saw
now hes mad
hes looking for me
he beats on the doors
screaming loudly
i turn my head
there he is
i dare not move
or id be his
in his hand
he has a belt
he strikes me once
i see the welt
inside my head
i wonder why
it has to happen
and i begin to cry
thats a mistake
crying is bad
i shouldnt have done it
but i cant help being sad
why does he hate me
it isn't fair
what did i do
to make him not care
he sees the tears
they make him yell
i know its my fault
this living hell
i manage to get up
and crawl to the door
my legs hurt
my body is sore
one more step
and id be outside
im faster then him
i know where to hide
he disappreared
where has he gone
maybe he quit
and i finally won
i thnk i've done it
i beat him at his game
oh no hes back
its all the same
a punch ot the face
i feel the pain
what do i do
what have i to gain
i can see the blood
all over the place
dripping off my legs
rolling down my face
i should have been good
and done what he said
i wouldnt feel pain
i wouldnt be dead
but it was my fault
and now the price ill pay
but did i have to die
on this particular day