Disfigured

Day1:
walking on the street head down
somebody hied, but still frown
stupid life, unfair to me
i failed again the truth to see

day2:
scribbling on chicken notes
words from disfigured thoughts
noticed not a tear falls
dark room and sadness crawls

day3:
sip a little cold coffee
break some plate momma sees
she scowls stupid little creep!'
locks the room of oven heat

day4:
black eyes hurting ribs
stop pls' poppa still kicks,
mouth bleeds head spins
'got u want boy' poppa grins

day5:
dragged, basement new place
there's blood on my face
smile no longer hurt
no sun, no rain, no grace

day6:
no lights, no air, not complaining
stiff and cold and alone
rats, roaches, and spiders dancing
smile a little i am home

day7:
A BODY OF A BOY, WHO NO
LONGER LOOKED LIKE HE HAD ONE
WAS FOUND ON AN EMPTY HOUSE...
REUTERS.