A little kid born in this world, beaten and not knowing what to do
His cries and shouts ringing out but left unheard by any of you
He's tear streaked face and pleas for help landing on dumbfounded ears
The pain and misery he endures showing in his tears
How blind are you people; that you are unable to see
To see his cuts, to see his bruises to see his young heart bleed.
The pain and anguish he puts himself through
Not deserving that pain at all
To prove a simple point to his dad
That he wont let his mother take that kind of fall
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A little of me... (poems)
RandomI started writing at the age of 14 but first with poems and only after some time into books. These are some of the poems that I wrote over the years and as you will see my style and technique remained the same it just became more refined. I express...
