Childɥood

I never knew laughter,
I never experienced joy,
fear was all I knew
every since I was a boy,
hiding in the shadows,
crawled under a bed,
beaten so badly that I wished I was dead,
run away from home,
slept in the class,
bullied in the hallways,
how long will it last...
can I speak about love,
should I talk about pain,
could I speak without lust,
that drive me insane;
what more is there,
one might dared to ask,
get born, to live,
or to die at last?