Hardship (Short Poem)

Dumb little fool

Useless, dead tool

Growing up horrid in a world so cruel

Pain in the head

Trembling on the bed

Weak when you're fed

But you still...have no excuse...to turn

Hit, run, smash!

Slashed in the back

Blood seeping out and the skin ripping down

Bones uncovered, sticking out

Screams project aloud

Louder than the crowd

Don't...let it...win

He knows of the times

He knows of the times

He knows of the stumbles before the final climb

He plans by the day

Scares the fear away

He is here to stay

Never....forget....Him