Slap across the face.
And you've done nothing wrong.
Another black eye
To start the week with.
You go on like nothing happened
You don't tell a soul.
Your report card comes in.
When he sees it he yells.
He pushes you around
Slams you against the wall.
You cry "I'm sorry!!"
But it doesn't matter.
He hits you once more,
And you fall to the floor.
The next day you're in the hospital.
Friends come to see you.
You don't tell what really happened.
But what you didn't know,
Is that the girl next door saw it all.
And she prays for you at night,
For you to be okay.
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