A young boy hides deep in his room,
Crying, screaming, he didn’t know what to do,
So he tried to sleep it away.
But the fighting and screams he heard it all,
Right through them paper thin walls,
So he stayed awake.
The walls rumble and shaking
The hearts humble and breaking,
In the room he hides deep within.
But broken souls,
Living in a broken home,
He patiently waits for it to cave in.
Only when the fighting dies,
And the sun slowly rise,
Does he finally close his eyes.
The Next day at school,
He just plays it cool,
Gives all his friends a smile.
But they don’t seem to notice,
How he’s hurt and broken,
But this has been happening a while.
So he moves through the halls,
Careful not to tumble or fall,
Always being alone.
And at the end of the day,
His “friends” go away,
And he returns to his broken home
The following night drugs coat the air,
Luckily at the time the boy was unaware,
But he seen all the strange faces.
House after house they’d have to move,
The parents never knowing what they put him through,
Bringing him into all these scary places.
However one faithful night,
The boy realized things weren’t right,
He finally opened his eyes.
He started playing detective,
And he found his objective,
But when he did all he could do was cry.
The boy couldn’t believe,
He’s been so brutally deceived,
And that same night he was broken.
So locked away in his room surrounded by fear,
And his misery and non-stop tears,
He was choking.
His mind was running wild,
He wanted to get it all out,
He only needed a friend.
But no one was there,
No one who would care,
So instead he grabbed paper and pen.
He stayed up late that night,
His eyes red, as he started to write,
He was given an outlet that saved his life.
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Author:
Reyas (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I decided to open a window into my life and show you the journey I’ve been through which ultimately pushed me towards writing. It started out as an outlet, but quickly it became a passion. Hope you all enjoy.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Syd, Poetic Dan.
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Hi Reyas, I grew up in what could be described as a dysfunctional family. My parents were alcoholics and they used to argue and fight. They weren't drug addicts but then again alcohol is a drug. It eventually killed my mother, my father eventually got help and is on the mend. I've grown up to be a lot like them although I'm never violent. Hang in there, I wish you well.
- Syd
I appreciate the kind words and I’m sorry you had to have similar experiences. Luckily things have changed and everything is much better. Thank you once again.
Cute storytelling and quite readable. Too flippin long though... only my opinion.... but worth the read.
Thanks for the feedback! I’d have to agree with you though, I normally don’t like making my poems too long. I thought about breaking it up into pieces, but I figured the story was better in one piece. Once again, thank you for your feedback.
I'm in floods of tears still riding this pain
Even have a healing session (today) booked for what you've explained.
This window you opened from that beginning is healing more than yourself, I at least am one proff of that reading.
This did more than touch my heart you sat with soul and the younger part, I'm more that grateful to your pen, but I'm most honestly thankful for you to exist.
Much peace and respect
Keep writing my friend
I’m at a loss of words. Honestly has to be the best feedback I’ve had yet. For it to be coming from such a spectacular writer as well.. I just, it warms my heart and makes me proud of my work. I’m now more motivated to push myself and do even better. Thank you for that.
Even with missing words and mistakes but I'm sure you still got it because you're that spectacularly great... too 😉
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