What is seen and lived by children 
mark them throughout their lives.
The anxieties and worries never leave,
they become multiplied, clouding their vision, 
clouding and impairing their judgement,
preventing them from breaking free from 
the difficult thoughts inside their head.

When it is their turn to face these problems,
panic and fear overwhelm them.
They hate themselves, they hate their lives,
they even hate those they are meant to love.
Looking in the mirror reflects the burdens of
those who bully and intimidate them, and 
there is no escape from the hell in which they live.

So, the blood lines are their only way of saying,
“Help me please!” And it becomes a ritual,
then a victorious defeat against an invisible enemy,
as invisible as the battle scars hidden from others. 
What counsel can we give so that they can understand
the important role they play in the lives of others
so that no more blood lines can be drawn?