A/N: Well, yes... It's another story. This is only the prolouge, and it is indeed just a poem. Though it's very good. I haven't given up on my others stories, actually... Chances are that right after you read this, I'll have posted another chapter to one of my stories! Yay! Anywho... Enjoy. AND REVIEW!
Summary: Briefly I sit, abandoned in my life, the pain still racking my frame. I look around, lost in the dark, though also with fear again. DNAngel (crossover possibly) Yaoi (Pairings/settings not decided yet)
Warnings: Abuse, Strong language... Actually... Not much in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel, or Harry Potter, or Kingdom Hearts, or any other characters I manage to shove into this story. (Look out FMA here I come! ... Maybe.)
I always thought before, that if I got out the door, not laying upon the floor, that I'd be free. Though now my mind dawns on the fact that I was a pawn, in this game of here and gone. Why is it me?
Am I just a revolting child? Where my burden is just piled and the punishment is wild, all for me? Is it my parents hate, or am I simply the bate that they blame on fate, or meant to be?
I appreciate the time they take for me to mime my pain on a dime, only for shame. But I wonder if it's all I can expect them to call me as I lay and bawl, taking the blame.
They kick and they scream, they're yelling at me, only to see a lost child. I deal with the pain, and the pleasure they gain, and the pain that they deal is wild.
One day I won't take it, I'll fall in a fit. It's they I will hit, and make ill. The pain they have caused, will backfire and pause, it'll be what it was, to kill.
Review please. Let me know if you wish me to continue.
Kupo