Once i knew, i could do nothing but cease to live,

Knowing that pain, with all to much to spare,

The horror of his life,

The pain he must feel,

Living everyday under that mans thumb,

Trying to escape that awful burden,

How can he live with such torment,

Not being able to leave his life,

Such havic, such inhumane acts,

Bearing down on to his knees,

Life like that must be so illtempered.

His mind is just out of my reach,

Ive tryed to communicate with him,

But it seems to me that he just does not understand.

That there are some good people in this world,

That some people can be trusted,

Not all people are to be considered his enemies.

I wished to befriend him,

But he just pushed me away,

Like i never even existed.

I asked of him,

If he would be my friend,

And he said that i should know better than that by now.

That made me wonder if he ment i could never have any friends,

Or if he could never have any friends.