Submissions by Vintagemind05 (Vincentrodriguez)

Growing up as a kid,
I grew to be abused.
searching for answers,
all questions were then elluded.

unable lace my shoes,
I was muzzled,
stuck mumbling my emotions,
sadness stand silent,
syllables exit in whispers,
I act out with temper
since my whimpers are muted.

Death became a childhood dream,
attacks are unseen, compassion is absent, entrapped in this madness, dads crafty he’s passive, Savy at masking attacks. sadly lost like addicts that pass.

grappling with facts, against me are the odds, solicit anybody...

A pupil to a man, that raised his hand, to show force and abused me, a student himself, learned first hand about abuse, from a father who was taught from his dad about being abusive,

I sit reculsive in seclusion to hide the shame that I bear, flooding my room, ashamed that I’m ashamed and I’m scared, my minds racing won’t stop,
suicidal thoughts appear in a realm.

as I’m becoming so disillusioned, my map to solutions just causes confusion, is this a path to freedom? Or is my youth just ruined, lost and alone as I question myself, still I’m left with answers unknown....

Some say they're ok,
with a smile on their face.
deep down inside is a different place.
shows all the anger and despair,
throughout ones time.

some don't get the chance to find someone
let them know everything will be ok.
lives lost to violence and drugs,
labeled violent thugs. pain is silenced by drugs.

turmoil in ones life can decide why one gets high.
walk the streets unnoticed but look closely some have already died.
why,! leave, those who most need the help behind.

used to abuse and pain. but why? ...