William Sinclair Manson's poetry

You broke me when I was a little boy used me, abused me, like an old toy I looked into the air wondering why me no one would notice, no one could see. Going to school with blackened eyes always looking like I won second prize friends would look, no one wanted to know classed as a boys life, trying to grow. Deep inside my soul, crying for help cowering in fear, from the next skelp when things go wrong, punch my face make me see stars, travel to space. One day I hope death comes my way not from the pain, but from this day take me from here, end my torment heaven looks nice, but hell is bent. To all you children, deadly scared life of turmoil, warmth is spared look to an adult, get them to hear live your life happily, not in fear.

We are used to seeing you day by day the sound of your voice and what you say. We sensed things were different lately there's no smile your words full of poison nasty and vile. Still you stay while living apart anger in your sleep fast beating heart. Despite this we love you the best dad around your life complicated unbalanced unsound. We sit at the table not a sound can be heard we look at the walls feeling absurd. Why do you both live in pain and strife? once a happy couple Husband and Wife. Our school life suffers too tired to study drained, uninterested dirty and muddy. Now when we wake you are not here The house is silent frighteningly clear. No calls or letters? to make our day why blame us? is what we say. Are you happy Dad? we need you to call we want to see you desperately is all. Now you are called our weekend Dad life is unfair mum has a new lad! We go to the movies play games in ...