How Do You?

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How do you heal a heart that is broken from all those things, gone and unspoken? How to you cure the pain that’s inside, the things that hurt, the times when I died. How to you sooth the wondering soul, could you stitch it together, make it whole? How do you reach out to that child that’s within, when he’s hiding, how do you begin?

How do you break free from this aching sadness, torn inside, lost in madness.

How do you repair the innocence taken, lost, damned, so long forsaken.

How do you find yourself when you’re lost, to battle and win without any cost?

How do you ease the damaged mind, with eyes that see, no longer the blind.

How do you fix those things that are wrong, with strength and courage? I’m not that strong.

A Boys Journal Entry Seven.

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I painted a picture in my mind

Of a life that was meant for me

It’s haunts me when

I think of it The things I didn’t have

Don’t you see?

The wasteland that you built

The abuse that you gave to me

It made me who I am today

The shadow of someone

How I was meant to be

In my mind I have dreamt

Of many wondrous things

Of smiles and hugs

Laughter and joy

Things that childhood brings

You stole them

You took them from me every day

They weren’t yours

They’re mine

It wasn’t meant this way

Stop it and be man

Stand strong

and listen

See what you did

Tell me you were wrong

I want to hold your hand.

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Sometimes I want to hold your hand;

I’ve lost a thousand tears for you

I close my eyes and make a wish, but I know it won’t come true

To hold you in my arms one time wouldn’t ease my pain

You were born sleeping, and that’s how you remain

I often lie awake and think of you

My little angel fast asleep

I wish my wishes would come true

And help to steal my pain

I will spend my life remembering you

I love you, I always will