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foster care
a little boy sits in a small, dark, cold room
drowning in tears, despair, and gloom.
hears his "parents" yelling down the hall
pounding vibrates through the wall.
footsteps come and stop at the door
fear spreads through him to his very core.
sees the hand fly through the air, feels his cheek burn red
begins to cry, tries to crawl and hide under his bed.
paddle swings over and over till it breaks
doesn't know how much more he can take.
belt, paddle, fist it's all the same
he's just a pawn in their sick twisted game.
minute after minute goes by till they're too tired to hit anymore
they leave him bruised, beaten, and sobbing on the cold dirty floor.
hears screams in the other room, realizes they weren't done
it's his dear sister they're beating now and having their fun.
fuck,there's really nothing that he can do
except watch in tears, and tell her over and over "i love you".
broken and beaten, they sit later and wonder why, why, why?
how much more can they take before they die?
even he knows this is wrong, this isn't how kids live their lives
they aren't brought up being yelled at, beaten, threatened with knives.
this beating was worse than usual, it'll be a while for his scars to heal
his stomach won't stop growling, it's been a few days since his last meal.
his sister sneaks in later, tear streaked face, lost, haunted look in her eyes
this image will forever be burned in his mind until the day he dies.
together they've lasted, pushed through it all
been there to help eachother, pick eachother up from the painful fall.
they can take no more, they've reached the final round, rung that last bell
together they pull the trigger, and finally escape their prison of hell.
drowning in tears, despair, and gloom.
hears his "parents" yelling down the hall
pounding vibrates through the wall.
footsteps come and stop at the door
fear spreads through him to his very core.
sees the hand fly through the air, feels his cheek burn red
begins to cry, tries to crawl and hide under his bed.
paddle swings over and over till it breaks
doesn't know how much more he can take.
belt, paddle, fist it's all the same
he's just a pawn in their sick twisted game.
minute after minute goes by till they're too tired to hit anymore
they leave him bruised, beaten, and sobbing on the cold dirty floor.
hears screams in the other room, realizes they weren't done
it's his dear sister they're beating now and having their fun.
fuck,there's really nothing that he can do
except watch in tears, and tell her over and over "i love you".
broken and beaten, they sit later and wonder why, why, why?
how much more can they take before they die?
even he knows this is wrong, this isn't how kids live their lives
they aren't brought up being yelled at, beaten, threatened with knives.
this beating was worse than usual, it'll be a while for his scars to heal
his stomach won't stop growling, it's been a few days since his last meal.
his sister sneaks in later, tear streaked face, lost, haunted look in her eyes
this image will forever be burned in his mind until the day he dies.
together they've lasted, pushed through it all
been there to help eachother, pick eachother up from the painful fall.
they can take no more, they've reached the final round, rung that last bell
together they pull the trigger, and finally escape their prison of hell.
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