She wakes up to the voice and screams that smash her head,
She wakes up to the filth he left her with,
She wakes up to the tears that flood her pillow,
She wakes up to the relentless pain inflicted on her.
She wakes up from nightmares that seem so real,
Nightmares of seeing the blood permeate her dress,
Nightmares of being silenced,
Nightmares of fighting and struggling to be free,
Nightmares of shattered youthful days.
She wakes up to the smell of drugs,
She wakes up to the smell of alcohol,
She wakes up to the smell of smoke,
She wakes up to the smell of a familiar scent, a scent that never leaves no matter how hard she scrubbed,
She wakes up to the scariest man that she has ever seen and known, the man they call her father.