The Result of Abuse

Sitting there in the dark,
Is a lonely little child,
Who deep down inside,
Has never really smiled.

Everyday he goes to school,
And feels the same old way,
Wishing that something could change,
About his average day.

But when he comes home at night,
He becomes very ill,
He hopes he can have some sympathy,
As he sits here crying on the window sill.

And yet no one knows,
What is happening inside,
Day by day he lives,
Without any pride.

Verbal abuse,
And torment galore,
Are what make him feel to the point,
Where he can't take it anymore.

So one day they'll know,
What happened to this poor darling's soul,
When he is gone from this planet,
And his life that they stole.