• A man stands over me.
    With a cruel look in his eye

    Looking down on me
    like I'm nothing
    And I cry.

    Kicks me in the gut
    Beats me down over again
    Till he sees the fear that he
    wants.

    I wake up in a closet
    But all I keep waking to is a
    nightmare,
    And this is what haunts.

    He's yelling at my mom
    again.
    Telling her and I
    Are just a waste of skin.

    Screams echo through the
    hallways, night and day
    He says that I should live in
    a garbage bin.

    Cause all I am is a waste
    I cover my ears from
    the pain of my mother.

    10mins past, everything is quiet
    Just as the same with my
    brother.

    I'm stuck in this hell hole
    Footsteps are coming up the
    stairs.

    I crawl to the far back
    corner of the closet
    Bashing the door open
    dragging me by my ear.

    To the next room
    He begins to beat me down again
    I am the only screaming
    and I know the end is near.

    People next door
    Hear the screams of terror
    They've called the police.

    Police have done nothing
    for me.
    But before my last and final breath and
    a chance to live

    I write this poem and letter too all of you who cared
    on how I died.

    Hi I'm Jessica, I'm 9 and my father killed my mom, brother. And I.......