The little boy sitting in bed.
Listening to the voice in his head.
Why do I stay?
When I can make the abuse go away.
This little boy is abused and mistreated,
His only feelings are depression, hurt, and defeated.
He is always thirsty and never fed,
He always tucks himself into bed.
This little boy has so much to fear,
Yet he does not show a single tear.
The demons always call him names,
And haunt him and to him they always came.
He trudges on in life,
Even though he longs to use his knife,
Knowing it is the key to life and death,
He doesn't use it though.
He is always worked hard,
But he doesn't care,
He knows his guardian angel is always there.
He misses his mother and father so,
But this little boy trudges on.
He will not stop working,
Even if he is abused, depressed and hurting,
This little boy doesn't want fear,
He wants his guardian angel here.
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This little boy
PoetryHis parents died and he is depressed and abused. He is just a young toddler but he believes his mother and father are his guardians leading him on in life.
