Broken child

When I was three I witnessed my father attempt to kill my mother and when I looked back I feel I never got to be a child…
Broken pieces of glass on the ground
Just as I am broken
My sole cries for the child within
Who never had the chance to show his face.
Now I am hollow
Missing apart of my life that I will never get back
You basted
Why did you do what you did?
Why couldn’t you just turn away?
Instead you left a deep scare on me and the ones I love
Now we must move on in the shadows
But no matter what you have done we will
Rise above you
Even with these scares you conflicted upon us
I’m always going to be a broken child
You basted I’m through with you.

By aaron mckinnon
Published: 9/1/2005
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