(TO EVERYONE WHO READS THIS, I REALLY WANT YOUR COMMENTS ON THIS POEM. SO IF YOU READ IT THEN PLEASE TAKE A LITTLE EXTRA TIME AND COMMENT. GOOD OR BAD. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. THANKS.Bugger Boo...the author) His favourite colour is the blue of the sky, But his parents wouldn’t care because they are always ‘high’. This is the reason for his sadness, especially at home, He gets black eyes and broken bones. He does have a good life in reference to friends, But even with them it is difficult to blend. For he knows he is the only one in this horrid situation, All he wants and needs is some survival information. This is definitely not though, where the story ends, His funeral might just be around the bend. To be strangled and smacked and even get the belt, He must feel as though he just wants to melt. He secretly prays at night when he is tucked up in bed, To wake up tomorrow and not be dead. To live in a world of blood and bruises must be horrible to see, I am so glad that it doesn’t happen to me.
Reason for writing:
For the victims of child abuse.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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