His mother was no solider.

She causes every battle wound, he was only twelve living in an endless war zone.

Forces to wear a shock collar, he had no option but to live with her. Fighting for survival he's left to wonder.

How am I still alive?

No food for this hopeless slave, until the floors are swept and dinner is made.

He sleeps on the filthy floor, no pillow or blanket to keep him warm.

He shivers throughout the night, dreaming for someone will hold him tight.

Although these dreams won't come true, he cannot wish for a life without abuse.