I thought i was the only one my father ever beat,
but a kid from school found out and told me the same thing his father hit him too and beat him down alot, i found out that day i was not the only one throt, death only brings more death and pain always has compony, but the truth is we are never alone, God is there with us through the worst and the best, he is there to save use and tuck us in to rest, my dear child i am sorry i wasent there, but i know God will meet you once your done and dair.

i love this poem it is sad and yet it hurts, my cossen commited suiside when he was sixteen i was one of his best friends i never new why he did it i just hope he is in a better place.