A Fight for Survival

It broke my heart to see him.
He was such a skeletal frame.
Abused and degraded.
He lived a life of shame.

He never knew what love was.
He never had a home.
He lived in the cruelest of torments.
He lived his life alone.

He never saw the sunset.
He never saw the stars or moon.
But he sat in a dark cold basement.
Hoping the torture would end soon.

His mother was a drunkard.
She never called him by his name.
She rained pain upon this poor boy.
She placed him with all the blame.

His father was no better.
He just watched as his mother beat him to the ground.
He never acknowledged the boy.
He let his son down.

His brothers laughed and made jokes.
About his life as a family slave.
They were brainwashed by their mother.
The boy wished for an early grave.

He wore the same clothes everyday.
His "punishment" his mother would say.
"If you would just listen to me
Then you wouldn't be punished this way."

It sickened me to hear the rest.
The story of his rise and fall.
I listened to the story.
And noticed there was no rise at all.

Many times I heard his falls.
But never once did he rise.
I shed a tear for his pain.
As hope glazed his light blue eyes.

He never gave up on finding a home.
A place where he could feel ultimately at peace.
He was a gentle as a butterfly.
And as calming as the sea.

Never could you tell.
Just by looking at his face.
The hell that he had lived in.
There simply was no trace.

It seemed that he had washed away.
The dark cloud above his head.
He overpowered his increasing wishes.
That he would soon be dead.

His story is so touching.
It would break a heart of stone.
It sends a message to the frightened.
"You are not alone."

There is always someone.
That will always care.
And though you might not notice.
They are always there.

Don't be afraid to speak up.
Don't be afraid to tell your story.
Just like this boy you can live at last.
You don't have to worry.

This boy goes on to tell his story.
He wants all of you to know.
That if you are a broken soul.
You have a place to go.

He is grown up and his past is behind him.
He has a family; a son and wife.
He made it through and so can you.
He now lives a love-filled life.

~*This is not a true story. It was, however, influenced by a true story. Thank you for all of your comments or votes.
~K3!$3Y~