One Boy Four Monsters...Once Innocent

Break my bones they mend and heal,
but dont break my mind,
those theifs they steal,
my youth my innocence,
now shaken now unknown lost and confused,
by defanition used and abused

Do you feel the pulsing beat,
of a broken heart,
so feint so low,
such a sad start,
of a young childs life.

Do you see the snap of the will,
silent death of the mind
Broken batterd, you have the kill,
weak and feeble he cant attempt to run,
stopped in his tracks,
it was over before it begun.