Child abuse.

Lying in the dark, crying, moaning,
A hurt lone wolf, groaning,
That 10 year old lies in the bed,
which is red and crimson from the blood,
Alleging him for not sleeping at nights,
and they hit him with shovel and give him frights,
Frustration from the day and all those fights,
And he becomes a victim, no that's not right,
He's weird around people, sobs in school,
Thirsty for love he is, for affection he drools,
A scar on forehead, a bruise on eye,
And some cuts with a blade, a sharpening tool,
The blows from everyday kills him inside,'
The kid at the back of his mind hides,
Locks itself in there, never comes out,
He grows up but the kid never dies,
And all the desires, all the wishes bloom,
He finds happiness in the dark and gloom.