The growing pains of a broken childA Poem by Angel Marie "The growing pains of a broken child" Tears of a child's streaming down their face, like the rain on a window of a dark stormy night, the sound of a little child weeping behind a closed door, nothing to be heard but the screams and the bellows of that young child's cry, all of the memories of the past, has frightened them since all of those hits, every waking day appalled by the thought, that the repetitive cycle is about to start, can't seem to run away from all the scars that have been left, follows you throughout life and just tends to slip in, every dream and every thought, the memories are so vivid, is haunts you in your sleep and the nightmares make you livid. you scream and you shout; but no help comes about, your stuck in an everlasting terror and cant find a way out, you search for a meaning in such an insignificant worthless world, but your mind has been shattered, manipulated and confused, the scars and bruises may seem to fade away, but the memories of torment and misery will always stay the same, all of your life you've been kicked around, pushed and shoved onto the ground, your sick of being beaten; the mental scars will forever remain, you feel as if your empty; your minds a blank slate, deep down inside you want to burst out the pain, but no one ever understands the growing pains of a broken child, so the child will forever remain astray.
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