How

Why did I not matter?

How my feeling went to scatter

Was I so bad?

To make you so mad

What made your temper heated?

Is that why I was mistreated

How you bring me down

How you made me frown

I was terrified and scared

Like you even cared

How you grabbed my wrist

How your wife watched and helps to assist

 How your curse words pulled me to pieces

How my heart slowly decreases

How your actions really hurt

How you didn’t let me cry or blurt

How I had to keep lying

Because I kept crying

How you had to toy

To completely destroy

I wasn’t even good enough

How you said I’m special a bluff

How you made me beg for mercy on one knee

Because you never loved me

How you hit me and you hurtful words

Then you kicked me with thirds

How I suffered all your terror

I know my life an error

How you give me blows

How you broke my nose

How you pulled me apart

But all this was just the start

How you used to taunt

How ten years on the torture can still haunts

Reviews

[em]

- it does haunt so - time passes so slowly - there's nowhere to go - makes you feel sad and lonely - their torture can never be forgiven - there is not a strong enough sentence - whether they are dead or living - there can be no strong enough repentance - you move mountains with your courage - you make the starts appear bright - and for all the torment they gave you - you have braved a long, lonely night - you, such a little boy - no your life is not a toy - they should have protected and cared - and they should have been proud of how you fared - but they'll repent every single minute - every wound and every blow - one step at a time you win - one foot after the other - you make it, steady and slow - you own the words and the canvas - whether it is with color or rhyme - you're the most special boy i know - a master at all you do, you're just divine!

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. dear dale ... the best boy in the universe ... em said it ... and i'll just add to that ... every moment of pain hurts and haunts ... every torture burns the skin of the soul ... every hurtful word hurts and hurts and hurts ... they were weak ... they were so weak that they took out all their frustration on a little boy who could do nothing in his defence ... everyone has problems ... but a child is a gift ... a precious gift ... children are proof that god exists ... yet ... instead of worshipping their little god dale ... they just went on a torturing spree ... even today ... millions of adults in millions of countries take out their frustration on precious and innocent children ... they cannot control their rage ... and those who cannot control their rage are abusive ... very, very abusive ... every child has the right to happiness and peace ... when you grow up you'll read about the rights of children ... and how they deserve only the best ... when you grow up and rock the world ... they will be shamed ... and then they're the ones who are gonna have nightmares about what they did ... and how wrong it was ... you will get justice, dale ... because you're on the right path ... you write powerful poetry ... and you are a master artist ... you are so perfect ... your perfection is evidence of their imperfection ... your perfection is evidence of their injustice ... your perfection is evidence of their evil ... they weren't even real people ... they were heartless ... and their biggest punishment is a life without your love ... because your love is perfect ... anybody who receives it knows that ... you are brave, hardworking and wise ... you are artistic and you have infinite talent ... you are warm and endlessly giving ... and in just a few years ... you'll rock the world ... and all the chippy chips will rock with you ... it's gonna happen ... it's surely gonna happen ... it's waiting to happen ... life is waiting for you ... the world is waiting for you ... you're the brightest star in my sky ... but soon you will be the brightest star in many skies ... you just gotta keep going ... and you are ... so perfectly ... rawwwwwwrrrrrrrr to that ... your aunt serah adores you and is really, really proud of you ... :) ... serah ...

[Bridget Mcmaken]

I'm sorry that this has ever happend to you. I truly am. You writen this poem very very well. I wish you the best I pray for you. The poem flows very well.