Saw sunlight through ***** glass.
When I'm not ready it brings it back.
To constrained, crushed flat.
The past comes flying at my brain.
No, not again. The degrading.
The pain.
Lie down shut up, or I'll hurt you worse.
We'll stop when we've had enough,
or put you in a hearse.
With your poor ******* dying brother.
If you tell, We'll tell.
And the doctors will stop.
It will be your fault.
Now, do what she tells you!
Grinding into the concrete,
my 8 yr face crushed, "He fell."
Twisted arms.
When men kick a child hard in the *****,
and ****, you stay down,
barely a bruise.
To damaged to cry.
No-one came,
Except them,
They came quite a few times.
Till they got tired.
Was she a mother?
Was I practice for her own,
or was I the pinnacle?
Sunlight through ***** glass,
with blood, **** and stuff
running out my ***.
No-one
ever
came