The Child

The Child Screams For Help .
But No one Hears .
They Fear To Be Themselves
Because Noone Else Is Near .
They Have Bruses All Over That They Try To Cover Up .
Children Shouldnt be Like This .
This Isnt What The World is Made Of.
They Push You And Shove You ..
Some Pretend That They Love You..
They Poison And Numb You
I Guess Hatred Controls The World A New.
They Laugh And Rudical You
For Just Being Yourself.
The Streets Are Burning With Fear.
The Fear Of The Children Are Rising.
They Try To Stand Up For Themselves
But The Quicksand Of Hurt Has A Grip On Them.
So They Believe There's No Hope Left.
So They Believe If They Take Their Own Life It Will End .
The End Of Hurt .
The End Of Rudical .
The End Of Bruses .
The End Of Fear .
So They Take There Knives ..
They Hide Themselves.
Is This A Dream ?
I Can Never Tell ..
I Cannot Scream
For Anyones Help .
This NightMare ...What Is This Hell ?