I am surviving,
And that is
About all there
Is to it
Soooo I wrote a poem, I’m preety bad at writting them :/
I dreamed my dreams
And now my dreams are real
I once was dead to the world but now I feel
The pain of the world flowing through my mind
A gloomy blackness where once light shined
The despair of this child once so new and pure
Now he stumbles, afraid, alone, unsureI dreamed my dreams
And they have to turned to the nightmare of reality
I see things that I do not wish to see
The pain flowing through his heart
The mouth is screaming as he’s torn apart
The body trembles frightened of more pain
And shafts of darkness spear the light of a child’s brain
All of this pain and suffering and much more
Has this lonely tortured child endured
How much more torture is it going to be given
Stumbling, rumbling stomach, beaten, driven
To the edge that represents death
He sobs his last strangled breath
And falls down dead but nobody sees
His childhood full of naïve dreams
Now lies beaten, tortured and alone
And the wind whistles through
His naked bones.
