Born into a world of deception, Embraced in a life of abuse, Tormented by a state of abandonment, Betrayed by parents of youth. Destroyed by words of profanities, Tortured without excuse, Alone in a house of misery: Torn, battered, and confused. Compelled to a life of insignificance With their endeavors never seen, Their family — a false reality, Alone with only their dreams. Assaulted with no explanation By parents who destroy with their hands; A child bruised and broken Can only dream of oceans and sands. Alone in a world with no one, Their voice never heard nor seen, Locked in a room of obscurities, Waiting for death to set them free. Violence speaks to this child With no escape to be seen. Alone in this house of tragedy: Withdrawn, suicidal, and unseen.
Children don’t choose their abusers. Nor can they alter their outcomes. Some live lives filled with love and happiness. Others not as fortunate. They must face the harsh reality of abuse and despair all alone.  Society turns a blind eye on those broken in need of help. They’re isolated withouta shoulder to lean on. For them, suicide answers their pain all too often. Another tragedy. Another soul lost to the recklessness of abuse.
They didn’t have a choice; we as a culture forced ours upon them. The next time you see anyone in pain or hurting, reach out. Be the rock they can lay their troubles on. And maybe you might be one one who saved their life in the process.