This is about Snape's abused life I like those their cool.
Haunted
I sit here at my window
Staring at the stars
Wishing upon one that
No-one finds my new born scars
I sit here at my window
Staring at the moon
Wishing my heart away that
I could go there soon
I look around me
A box that's what it is
Tears sting in my eyes
As I hear my fears
He's coming up the stairs
Ready for the kill
I can tell by his footsteps
He doesn't care what I feel
My heart beats faster
As his noise gets louder
He bursts open the door
While I huddle and cower
His face says rage
And his fists say fight
Like using me as his punchbag
Is going to make his life right
He punches my face
And the tears pour out
'GET AWAY!'
That's exactly what I want to shout
But instead I sit there in silence
Letting him do as he please
He keeps on hitting
And I can feel myself bleed
He leaves onces he's happy
And the bruises will oneday heal
But it's the mental pain
That will haunt me still
By serverus snape
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