I sincerely miss
The child inside
But now he cries.
There was a time
When he could see sunshine
But now he's scared
He came to life unprepared.
On the ground he lay
Broken, Beaten, Betrayed
And as he begs for relief
He gets crushed by the weight of the world that he lives beneath.
How can a child go on to live
In a world that he perceives has nothing left to give?
Love, Faith, Direction, and Hope
Were dispersed to everyone else;
Skills that can be used to cope
Aren't taught in this childs personal hell.