To Late Poem by Tasha Young

Devastation, complications, pain and fear 24/7.
The only thing keeping you sane is imagination taking your dreams and makes them real as a world of your own.
To escape and be rescued would be so great to be loved the right way.
Your small fragile body can only take so much pain.
You've cried so many tears; your body is nothing but bruises.
Day and night you suffer so much no food, no water, or a bed
Just a blanket on the floor, and grownups hurt you any way they want to because they don't care.
People see damage done to you but don't knew if they should speak up.
To do the right thing is the question or just ignore it cause it's none or your business.
Yet when someone finally got the courage to do something it was o late
Now in peace the child light shines bright for those like them.
Stop the abuse or more children will become angel's way before their actual time,