Gasping for one last breath Trying to fight this thing called death Cant give up, must go on Cant go on, too tired...... My dad was a true artist My body seemed to be his canvas His only two colors seemed to be black and blue My body didn’t hold the paint well As it usually took two to three coats before finally applying Being a canvas is harder than expected While mom went to borrow some sugar from the man next door I walked outside and sat on the stoop The wind stings the cut on my lip The neighbors continue to suspiciously glance Yet don't say a word Come into class with a darkened eye The other kids asked questions While the teachers whispered Yet nothing happened Sirens roared in my ears One eye shut and another looking a ceiling I feel cold and sharp pain in my stomach I am lifted onto a stretcher Daddy had another outburst today Look to my right, a girl is pregnant Look to my left, a guy is getting stoned The only good thing is daddy wont be home Daddy got me good today I spilled my cereal and milk Tears formed as a new outburst was on the way I tried to run before daddy saw But slipped on the milk, my leg really hurts He roared into the room with bloodshot eyes Picking me up he brought me into the bathroom The bathtub was filled with water and he threw me in His hands wrung around my neck and underwater I went I looked at him with such disdain Gasping for one last breath Trying to fight this thing called death Can't give up, must go on Can't go on, too tired......