Torn Away

Just a normal day, streets turned into graves. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0af8jPTFDTQ (Forgotten Children by Tokio Hotel. This song gives me chills every time)

Errm, well this is a poem I just wrote out of nowhere. After the diamond, the weird shapes you see are supposed to be a bottle, and then after that, a genie lamp.

Yeah, I fail, deal with it. Constructive criticism would be much appreciated.

What happens when a child grows up too fast?

Matures prematurely?

Forced to do so by events

One or several

Life changing

What happens when a child grows up too fast?

No time left to play

No time left to be a child

Un-realized

Dreams dead

What happens when a child grows up too fast?

Dreams left to falter

Dreams no longer possible

Forced to grow

And take over

What happens when a child grows up too fast?

Is forced to make its own decisions

Not completely sure of right and wrong

Differences excluded

Intelligence incomplete

What happens when a child grows up too fast?

Consequences unconsidered

World pitted against this child

Undetected 

Not noticed

What does this child do?

Will it survive?

Go on with this new life?

What does this child do?

Escape?
Except its fate?

What does this child do?

Is it over-taken by trouble?

Over-taken by anguish?

What does this child do?

Will it understand?

Does it comprehend?

What does this child do?

Set itself free?

Lock itself in?

Will this child rise to the occasion?

Fall to the ground?

Survive?

Die?

Live,

Love,

Learn?

They’ll

Try 

This

Child’s

Faithfulness

To acknowledge

It’s painful life of

Living alone, unknown

To the world, under the radar

Trying to live without the ability

To know a parents love, a parents help

That follows a child to the end of childhood

The childhood it was forced out of, forced to miss

Due to unlikely events, unhappy events, unfortunate events

That no one should be exposed to, but it happens all too often and

The factors of this life are not the best, parents dead, in jail, incapacitated

Now they turn to knowledge, courage, hope, love, friends, others, but

Only some take the right path, some become exposed to the other

Ugly side of life where people die, children die, everyone dies

Because of gangs, drugs, unlikely enemies looking to take

Advantage of these children, forced out of childhood

These children now know the world is imperfect

So imperfect, they know no love, only

Hurt and lies and deception and

Fear and they don’t live

For the fear that

They’ll die

Succumb

To the

end

They know

Depression

They dance

With worse

Things than

Some could

Imagine and

Their dreams

Are so ugly 

Sleep    that

Is    always

Interrupted by 

Fear and Nightmares 

And objects that children shouldn’t touch

Like meth and marijuana and alcohol and drugs

But they will do anything to drown out their past, 

The screams and the ghosts that haunt everything, the

Depression that stalked them from the moment they were

Forced to outgrown their childishness, the games they should

Have played but weren’t allowed to because of someone else’s

Mistakes that mistakenly ruined them, their life’s and the others

They knew, they’d touched, but no longer know, or think about 

Because they have abandoned them for their own mistakes and 

The cycle continues, bad decisions, old life drowned out, child

Hood forgotten, blocked out in attempt to convince themselves

That they are alright and this was meant to happen, but really it

Shouldn’t have happened, they shouldn’t blame themselves but

They do anyways, and at night when they’ve run out of money 

And are on the run for they have borrowed money from the wrong

People, when the high that they’ve relied on to keep them in that

State where they feel protected from reality come crashing down

And they realize their life isn’t satisfactory but they must go on but

They wonder, must they? They believe the world is against them

They’re minds distorted by the decisions the made mistakenly not

Meaning to ruin their lives farther than they already were by some

One who was rude and fucked up. Their minds distorted by the drugs

And the alcohol they always promised to stay away, keep away from 

In their childhood, but that was snatched away, the promises of yes-

Terday, the ones those who did them wrong made, knowing that they

Were jacked up themselves, and not caring who that left, what they

Left and not understanding what they have done and knowing

That whatever happened, they wouldn’t be there to fix it and they

Obviously did not care, did not display, did not show any concern.

 These

       Children

              Did not

                  Deserve 

      This pain

      And they                     Hope and wish

without realizing, that they could

                        Change their lives. Unaware of how this 

              Started exactly, wondering if it was their fault and

      Even if it wasn’t, they still blame themselves and they wish

      For a genie in a lamp, they wish for this myth to be true, they

      Wish for the 3 wishes a genie would grant them if genies truly

    Existed,and they drown themselves,bury themselves in drugs

          Hiding their feelings, they’re wishes and yet they browze

        And they search heavily, crazily, hopefully, unwillingly,

                   Not wanting to but they still continue this search

                                         For this impossible

                                              Unrealisticness of

This genie lamp that

                               Will supposedly grant them these

                         Three wishes to repair their sad broken lives

Eventually these people, these children who

They have had their childhood ripped out of 

Their grasps will make the ultimate decision

That will change everything, the decision of

Whether or not to turn around and fix their

 Life,to untwist their unfortunate past,to fix

 What they have done to repair their child- 

Hood that they had stolen away and finally

Become a responsible, clear-headed adult

But others yet will refuse all help and will 

Misguidedly think that they can not repair

Their hearts and their feelings, and bodies

 That have had a toll taken, have had their

Youth taken by their decisions, and now

They will make one last unfortunate, not

Conceived of by those who now have clear

Minds and good attitude, but their minds 

Are very deluded and they feel they have 

No choice but to make this decision, they 

Have concluded that this is the only way

And their resolution, their final resolve is

The conclusion to this chapter, their lives

They think that it is best just to take their

Own life,silent suicides,spilling red blood

And maybe leaving a child behind, a child

Who may never have had a childhood, and

Will start this disturbing, sad cycle again


ALSO! If anyone uses any of my creative stuffs,
be it poem, randomness, excerpts from stories, anything,
I will hunt you down and kill you. 
Though I dunno why anyone would want to use any of my crap, cuz it sucks.