Nightmares Of A Broken Child.
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FOR A CHILD THAT GREW UP WITNESSING DOMESTIC ABUSE.
I dreamt_
No,they were nightmares, Of cries and screams and mourning.
I dreamt_
No,they were nightmares
that frightened me up every morning
I dreamt_
No, they were nightmares,
Of knives and blood and death.
I dreamt_
No, they were nightmares,
Of verbal abuse and threat.
Paranoid by the fact that they beat you,
diminish your value, your worth.
You chose the wrong ones for wrong reasons,
And you never knew how we hurt.
Born and bred on a battlefield;
I fought your wars as a child.
I buried my pain in anger;
my face knew not a smile.
They wondered why I was withdrawn
Or why I was always behind.
None of them knew that behind those walls,
Were bottled tears of a broken child.
