My Heart

Blood drips from

my mouth.

My sides heave for

air. My ears strain

to hear what is going

on. My heart aches

from the pain.

Oh no! Mother is

here again! My blood

starts to race

through my veins.

My heart is pounding.

"Escape! Run!" My mind shouts

"Bam!" My head hits the

counter. "Whack!" My

body crumples to the

floor. "Wham!"

Mother kicks me again and again.

"Crash!" I feel Mother

throw a plate at me.

Pain sears through me

as it hits me.

Suddenly Sally

starts to cry. I find

my chance to run.

My heart races.

Blood is pouring down

my chin.

My sides heave heavily

for air.

Where oh where can

I go? Where is Dad

when I need him most?

Mother comes back

to finish me off.

My blood runs cold.

I scramble to

my feet and try to

run.

"Get your ### over here

you #######!" she

shouts.

She comes after me.

My legs are getting tired.

Mother is catching up!

Finally I collapse about

2 miles from the House.

Mother comes and slaps

me. She picks me up

and carries me home.

She sets me on a stool.

"You must be very thirsty.

After such a long run that is!"

She fills a cup from the

toilet and pours it down my

throat.

I fall off the stool.

I gasp for air.

Mother laughs and throws me around.

I try to scream

But not a sound was made.

My blood runs cold as Mother

screams in my face.

As Mother screams.

I started to fade

away. I could feel Mother

pick me up and shake me.

My head jerks forward.

My bones throb.

My blood turns colder and colder.

My heart is barely moving.

I fade deeper and deeper

into darkness.

Oh please! I

don't want to die!

Who will protect

Max? Or Sally?

Please oh please!

Help me!

Mother puts me

down and kicks me.

I jerk forward and

fall limp on the floor.

My breathing shallows.

"Goodbye Sally and Max."

My mind says

An Angel comes to take me.

I look sadly at my House.

I see my limp body crumpled

on the floor. Never to suffer again.

So Goodbye.

Goodbye Forever.

MNJ

Note: This poem is dedicated to my brother and sister whom died at age 4 and 1. Children are still dying from abuse. That is why we want YOU to help.