Today's the day.
Whats's gunna happen?
Everytime is the same.
I'm hiding.

He's reading the paper,
It's just a piece of paper.
He slams it down.
Oh no.

What is this?
He questioned and questioned.
Silently I stood.
Scared.

His grasp tight,
Around my thin wrist.
Screaming at my blank face.
I'm dead again.

I plead, 
I tried Dad.
But no.
It's too late.

Holding my wrist,
Limp in my other hand.
Another broken bone.
I'll try harder next time.