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For children who are broken,

It is very hard to mend.

Their pain is rarely spoken,

And well hid from a friend.

Their parents said they loved them,

But they didn't act that way.

They broke their hearts, and stole their worth,

With things that they would say.

They just wanted them to love them,

They didn't know what they did.

To make them yell at them and hit them,

And to wish they they were not their kid.

They would beat them up and scream at them,

And blame them for their lives.

Then they'd hold them close inside their arms,

And tell them confusing lies.

They said they really loved them,

Even though they were being bad.

They said it was their fault they hit them,

It was their fault that they were mad.

When the days were just beginning,

They sometimes prayed  for them to end.

And when the pain kept coming,

They learned to just pretend.

They tried to make them love them,

Till they hated them self's instead.

And couldn't see a way out,

And wished that they were dead.

To be half the size of a grown-up,

And trapped inside their pain.

To every day lose everything,

With no savior or refrain.

To figure on your fingers,

The years till you would be grown.

Old enough to leave the torment,

And survive away from home.

They were more than they could count to,

And more than they could bear.

This is the reality they live in,

And they know it isn't fair.

Where others find love and contentment,

They still often have to strive.

To remember they are worthy,

And heroes just to be alive.

Some still hide from society,

Some struggle to belong.

But all of them are wishing,

The past would not hold on so very long.

The journey is not so lonely,

As in the past that its been.

Most of them are strong enough,

To let the growth of pain begin.

When life calls for new beginnings,

And they fear they are doomed to the end.

Wounded trust is like a wounded knee,

It is so very hard to bend.

When we are out of sorts,

Tell them the truth, and be their friend.

For children who are broken,

It is very hard to mend.

God Bless all of you that have been through life,

As: Broken Children!

I'm very thankful that I had a happy childhood,

There are so many little ones going through pain.

If you see or hear of a child being abused,

Please, report it, in the end the child will gain!

Love, Sandy

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