Abuse Poem by Billie Marie Branson

Sitting here
It's my worse fear
All alone
With no phone
I can't call for help
I can't even scream or shout
He is my worse fear

He slams the door
I feel it along the floor
He's gone I can get free
But wait a second is truly me
I can't sit here and wait for him it come back
I need to get away to cut me some slack.
He is my worse fear.

I know he will come get me
It's not like I will be free
He will hurt me like never before
He will most probably throw me in the room and lock the door
I might as well wait for it
I know its coming
He is my worse fear

I dread to think of what else he can do
I try to think that it would never be true
But each hit hurt's more and more
I might as well just let him knock me to the floor
It might not show
But sure he can tell
Because he is my worse fear

Each punch is like it was the first
But each time I could say they were the worse
My friends don't know
But surely the marks show
But maybe there hidden
So they can't see
Because he is my worse fear.

So I have gone back in my shell
I feel like I am in hell
I never used to feel like this
It times like this I need a hug and a kiss
I am not as talkative
But its not like I should live
Because he is my worse fear.

He's my worse fear
He is what cause these small little tears
I know it will get worse
My friends might as well curse
There is nothing I can do
I wish was dream and not true
Cause he is my worse fear