Stolen Childhood

My heart breaks for the child I once was, a spirit so full of life, joy, and happiness, but those I loved most stole that light away, Turning bright days into endless gray.

How could a family, meant to protect and care, be the ones to leave me in despair?

With every harsh word, every cruel deed, they planted sorrow, making my heart bleed.

I remember laughter, once so free, Now just echoes, haunting me.

The warmth of love, a distant dream, Replaced by shadows that silently scream.

The joy I had, so pure and bright, Extinguished by their unrelenting night.

I look back at the child, so hopeful, so true, Wondering how they could take that from you.

Innocence shattered, trust betrayed, In a home where love should have stayed. Their actions, a theft of a precious time, Leaving scars that run deep, like a silent crime.

The child I was, with a heart so wide, Now hides in the corners, where tears reside. A life once filled with playful delight, Turned into a struggle, a constant fight.

How could a family do this, I ask, To take a child's joy, to wear a cruel mask? The ones meant to nurture, to help me grow, Were the very ones to cause this woe.

I mourn for the child, the dreams that were lost, For the happiness taken, and the heavy cost. But in this sorrow, a glimmer of light, A resolve to reclaim, to rise, to fight.

My heart breaks for the child I once was, But through the pain, I'll find my cause. To heal, to forgive, to seek what's true, To rebuild the joy that was stolen from you.