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Fear, Blame and an end to the Pain

Contributed by damian on Wednesday, 26th September 2012 @ 03:00:55 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



He comes home to this mess they call a home
Leaves his heart on the doorstep and his soul is left to roam
His dad walks up, hits him time after time
And it’s not the physical damage that’s the biggest crime
It’s shattering this kid’s confidence into tiny shards with each day
The blind faith he has, as every day he does stay
Even though he doesn’t have to, he could runaway

He dreams of a world, far away from here
A place where he could sleep without such fear
It makes you sick to the stomach doesn’t it now
That someone could do that to their own family, how?
He wishes someone was there to talk
And his lonely footsteps weren’t the only remainder of his walk
The thought of suicide was always close to pulling through
But he fought on, wishing for his dreams to come true

He ran away one day, but was found within a week
And as he was forced home he knew that this was about to peak
He stood up to the man, told him he was a useless thing
He told him its why mum died, to get away from him and that filthy ring
He swings with all his heart, but it never connects
‘No this is all your fault’, his father corrects
His old man picks up that baseball bat and swings as hard as he can
And he could not get away no matter how fast he ran
He was hunted and hit, even when he was knocked down it didn’t stop
What was done to him is something no one should ever cop
Hunted like an animal, with every intent to kill
Every ounce of life was diminished, as he lost all his will


Barely conscious, throat clogged with blood
Questioning himself, like Noah before the flood
Aren’t things supposed to get better after a while?
On his shoulders lays the ruined world, in a miserable pile
Self-confidence lies in pieces on the floor
Because all this abuse he does endure
Now his lost in between these four walls
No one can hear him as he screams and calls
Help is what he needs, but too afraid to ask
Overcoming this pain is a hopeless task

Now he lies in bed at night
His starting to wonder while his still in the fight
And as he bring the knife down along his arm
Tracing his veins, hoping for harm
He screams as the flesh opens, and the blood spurts
But when every day is so painful, you get used to how it hurts
And as he slowly bleeds out and nobody is there
He realises that if this were his last day, nobody would care

You see this kid, you judge him from his looks
His face always bruised, arms cut up
You would think he belongs to the crooks
Little do you know his inflictions are from his dad’s hate?
The only thing his living for now is this blind fate

He was only 6 when his mum died
It was a day, when angels cried
In that fatal crash, as the truck connected
And his future was grossly affected
As that man they think is his dad, loads himself with drink
And tells him all of what he does think
He says it’s his fault she died that night
He says if he were not here it would have been alright
He knocks him down, puts his boot on his neck
He blames him for this devastating wreck
As his boot cuts in, and blood is drawn
He knows he will not live till tomorrow’s dawn
As his eyes black out, and he feels the blood spurt
All he can think of is at least it’s an end to the hurt




Copyright © damian ... [ 2012-09-26 03:00:55]
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