The Child

Once a child
Strong in soul
Loving and gentle
Done not a thing wrong

An ounce of hate
Refused to obtain
Full of love
No reasons to blame

But days change, and
A young boy came
The boy angry and foul
Treated the child unwell

Overwhelmingly jealous
Hit the child
With words of violence

The child now hurt
depressed and burnt
No desire for life
Took hold of a knife
Cut out his heart
To escape his strife