Father

my father hate is way to great it is fulled with power the kicks he gives are way to strong my body suffers under this power the blood i spit is red and hot he is always lieing to the cops saying that i am trubbled and what not . i look up from the door only to get some more my face is red from his fists my stomic suffres from his kicks as i fall to the floor thats when my ribs beggin to brake. the sound is loud my body ackes i try to stand and begin to walk to the room past the clock to a place safe and cool to a room filled with darkness to a room away from him. i fall to the floor as i begin to think why must my dad use his fists. i have no friend or family becuse they all hate me i am alone this i know. my father then comes back for more hitting kicking like he does untill i become so numb people see me on the street they turn away i am nothing but a empty shell hopeing and waiting for someone to come and save me but no one will i want to die from this pain.