There alone in her room,
Dreading tomorrow mornings abuse,
“Fatty”
“Ugly”
“Worthless”
She feels she is no good at anything so what’s the use?

He is there

Another needle in his vain,
Substance shooting through his blood stream at 100mph,
The drugs and dealers are the ones with the power
He feels like a withering flower that never got showered.

He is there

Yet another night spent homeless on the street,
Cold, bruised and desperate for something to eat.
Feels invisible to the human race so who would care if he disappeared without a trace?

He is there

Struggling to put down the bottle that has destroying his life,
He misses his two little girls and wife,
Picks up a knife….

I AM HERE!!

I gave you life and you decided to go your own way,
Walking the path of destruction, I have been here for you always but you acted like I was disruption!

I am outside you door right now, but the handle is on the inside,
Come and open it…..and I promise that never again will you have to hide

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