A Child Called It

A tear roles down my face As I try to forget about time and space. I count the bruises, the broken ribs. And I think about the life I live. These marks and scars will never leave And I will still have the terrible memories. As I ponder over what my mother says The words "you are a bad boy" run threw my head. I do everything my mommy asks But she still wont love me back. She makes me sleep in the basement This cold, dark room is where my sleeping time is spent. She starves me for days And I just wish my life away. She has burned me, and cut me but never cared. The only thing she gives me is evil glares. I hope someday I can leave this place.