I once was a boy, not an angel, not even good, nor loveable , nor likable , more hateable as I soon understood, one sister I had at first , then one became two, then with the seconed came postnatal depression and most of the brunt of this I withstood, already forming a confused unhappy life form no wonder in me there is no good. By the age of ten 2 two more sisters by then, and by the order of Suffolk County council off to boarding school I went, which was a real bad hell hole a place of evil and torture a place I shall carry with me always and forever resent. For in these walls , classrooms , dorms , offices , sports hall, events took place that to you truly would be appalled, my mind soul spirit and human trust was quite literally pulled screwed up torn and crushed, it was so bad that forever un trusting to people I be must, telling parents, and police running away not one of them listening or believing me, with spirit dieing back I was sent straight away , no hope for escape no point to pray, now with the tormentors in jail investigations must hail, traumatik emotional hidden mindful wounds I must split open go through rescale leaving my mental health so fragile and frail. Compensation may be pending but what\'s the point in spending when the torture and abuse my mind it\'s still bending, not insight do I see an end pending, no chance of going back and fixing or mending forever more into madness my mind is descending.