Thirteen Year Requiem

From day one, you've beaten the wife
that you say you love.
but even a child couldn't see
love behind a bloodied fist.

as she cowered in fear,
she knew those fists would turn
and at age eight, when the fury came,
she knew that her mother would never learn.

you'll never know of all the sleepless nights.
and you'll never know how much she witnessed.
you'll never know the pain that you've caused her.
and you'll never know the child that you've destroyed.

for five more years she endured the pain,
and in that time, self confidence fled.
at age thirteen, with so much to give,
her will to live was dead.

late one night, in that backseat,
that boy promised his love.
but even when he ripped away her pride,
it sickenly felt right.

do you know how that felt?
you can't imagine how that felt.

and on that fateful night,
when she put that gun to her head,
your apologies meant nothing...
before she pulled she said

"don't worry Daddy,
the damage is fucking done"