He Cried For Help Poem by Tracy Rollings

Alone in this world
as misery sets in
been here so long
became his best friend.

He cried for help
but none can hear
fears for his life
because no one cares.

Lives in a world
all dark and cold
loneliness take over
steals his very soul.

The cuts and bruises
they didn't come free
were prizes awarded for
letting them torture me.

All pain was given
wasn't free of charge
if also came with
body full of scars.

Anger that I hid
can never be released
they'll think I'm evil
killed like a beast.

So sad it seems
battles I have lost
paid with my body
no matter the cost.

Soon they will lay
this creature to rest
he fought for life
gave it his best.