He tried to go to sleep that night. Something missing. It was his sight. Where was that horrendous fight. He was just fourteen. With a dad crazy mean. His dad tried to kill him that night. His eyes swollen he had no sight. Was that right ? I thought a dad was supposed to love his son. This was disgracefully done. He tried so so hard to run. A beating like he had never seen. Now he suffered from a ruptured spleen. Bleeding without and within. For years this is. The way it’s always been. His blood was spilled. His hopes never ever refilled. Pain without and within. Just a boy. What was his sin. Questions of all kind. Running through his young mind. Now how long. Will he be blind. Now not wanting to live. Hopes all gone. Nothing left to give. How would be the best way to die. I’ve cried all the tears I can cry. No one showed up To rescue me. Guess that’s the way. It will always and forever be. I know it’s time. To take my life. No longer able. To live anymore. In all that strife. I no longer have a life. No one to have a talk. No one to share a walk. Honestly at the end of my rope. Would love to try some kind of dope. So need something. To mask the pain. On the verge of going insane. Things never change. They’re always the same. And according to them. I’m always to blame. Constantly telling me. It’s always my fault. Like having an open wound. And pouring on the salt. The pain runs hard and deep. Now not able to sleep. If I die where will I go. I guess there’s. Just no way to know. I cry to go to heaven. But I’m always slavin. And spend so much. Time a praying. Where I go. What will I do. None of my family cared for me. That in fact I knew. Would I live. Or will I die. You will never know. Just how hard I tried. No More Tears to Cry.
Rodney Timms.
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