I Fell Off my Bike

Five years old, not doing fine
My face is black and blue
Just now learning ABC’s 
And how to tie my shoe

Alone in the house, just daddy and me
He gets drunk every night
And raising his fists he beats on me
But I’m too small to fight

Every week I go to moms
And gladly get to stay
She never seems to notice me
And always looks away

Then back again, I get more scars
I want to stop this pain
But every time I ask for help
It seems as though in vain

The same routine shall always stay
I wish I would just die
But how can one believe in hope 
With such a useless cry