Disintegrated Childhood.

Bruised and broken,
my childhood disintegrates,
and once again,
I'm left in a torn and tattered state.

Pushed and pulled,
from pillar to post,
love is what,
i want the most

My special day,
i screamed and cried,
the next day,
bruises and marks id unwillingly find.

Living here is like,
living with worse then nothing,
every day being so scared of something,
and distraught at what to do.

My 15th birthday,
not a word from them,
i sit up waiting, watching, listening...

Nothing.