The Lost and Forgotten

Abuse of children captured and characterised

The Lost and forgotten

 

Their eyes are wide, what's coming next

No choice no voice, confused afraid, always perplexed

These hapless souls, do litter society

Victims of those avoiding responsibility, consciousness, sobriety

 

awaiting always the next outburst

will it be mild or one of the worst

Will the food cooked, be thrown or eaten

will I be soothed or will I be beaten

 

what will happen, will I be fed

will at night time they invade my bed

will this week I get to school

and sit in trauma, defined as a fool

 

Why do I see others apparently fine

whilst life for me could be a mild assault or a fractured spine

A week with little food warmth love and attention

As I am confined to this hellish invisible detention

 

With these familiar strangers who don't give a damn

As towards me all their anger they constantly ram

unloving voices, looks, abuse

what is their purpose, what us their use

 

Give me a chance when I’m older and bolder

I'd cleave their heads clean from their shoulder

I'd lock them away and give them a taste

As it's my life and my future they're happy to waste

 

I really can't take this life anymore

Maybe I'll choose escape, via deaths welcome door