The ghost of Christmas past for kids living with abuse the holidays cut deep not trying to rain on Christmas ,but speaking for the kids

The ghost of Christmas past. For kids living with abuse it's just another day in hell.
It's the night before Christmas
i sit on this bed
the bruises are swelling
there's pain in my head
my clothes in a pile
thrown near the door
blood in my underwear
there on the floor
blood on my face
red as a rose
i'm sure this time
he's broken my nose
i know that it's Christmas
it's just hard to see
we have no presents
not even a tree
it's Christmas out there
in here it's the same
me like a piece
in your twisted game
the things that you do
make my stomach hurt
you'll probably beat me
for ripping my shirt
you said it was only
till she came back
a man has his needs
till he gets back on track
but she is not coming
and you just won't stop
they tell me it's Christmas
and maybe it's so
i hope tomorrow the bruises won't show
it's hard to explain
such a clumsy kid
people always asking
just what i did
did i fall from my bike
or crash on my board
i make excuses
for things that you do
i'll never tell
you know that it's true.
it's a Christmas gift
i give
from me to you