See they have names for kids like us,
They have names for what we’ve been through
The way we’ve survived the unsurvivable.
Battered children
Feral Children,
Orphans,
Abused Kids.
I cannot describe what lies I have lived under,
I cannot describe what torture I have overcome,
I cannot tell you how much I despised my family for covering it up
I cannot tell you how much I weeped for God to save me,
and I find myself in a pit so dark now,
a pit where neither God or a heart resides I do not understand what Test of Life this is,
I understand they did not understand,
But imagine being 8 years old,
trust and faith lies with who you lie
yet that becomes manipulated
pain and suffering with love.
I need more than Healing.
I need amnesia.
I need love.