Youthful Suffering

Bruises on his hands and knees,
Haunted by his past.
All the pain and suffering,
He'd hoped would never last.

He climbed the stairs,
to his room
and hopped upon his bed.

He sat and cried,
although he'd tried,
he wished that he was dead.

When his daddy came,
he began to blame
all his hurt on him.

The child cried,
for he had tried
to take his life again.

A fierce backhand
across his face,
causing him to bleed.

Where was the love,
that he'd heard of,
that children want and need?