Short Childhoodpain Poems

Accadent

the pain is real
my vains run cold
i slid across the gravel road
it hurt so bad 
tears blured my eyes

people sat down to watch me cry
i burned my leg that fatefull day
the scars ramain till this day
i feel the hatered boiling in me
i want to explode
i want to scream

i dont remember mutch of my past
all i know is i never laughed
when i would id wait to see
what would then happen to me
i cry at night remebering this
the pain i felt without a kiss