Happening

It's hard as they

Don't know what's

Happening

It's hard that they

Have to know 

All of a sudden

That's happening

Because it is happening 

To them

Their soul

Their body and minds

Just reality

Isn't eating dry crumbs of 

Bread from the floor

But fighting for every

Single crumb attained

I want to go home

But where is home

As the person 

Who brought me up

Just gave up on me

And couldn't see

That I will not be free anymore

A touch isn't soothing

That touch just breaks 

Them further into pieces

Repeating it all

Over in their dreams

How will they forget

When there's little

That's left of them..

That still craves

Childhood

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