Poems From The Dark Minded

What Did I Do?

I'm stuck in hiding, hiding from the bad men,

I was taken in to be protected from them

But I wonder if staying here is worth such,

They hurt me with their touch

I can't turn to the authorities, they'll take me away,

But I'm forced to choose whether I leave or stay

I'm so hungry, I beg for food,

I only get it when they're in a good mood

I ask for warmth when I sleep,

But I'm only met with my own weeps

Is it worth living if I suffer,

It seems either way, I'm met with a buffer

But I grit my teeth and continue to breathe,

For if I don't, I'll seethe

If I seethe, it could mean my death,

And my death will mean my final breath