I've been reading some Bukowski lately. According to his wikipedia article he was physically abused growing up. "The Recess Bells of School" is particularly poignant to me.

Like a spent gladiator
crawling in the colosseum dust
who can count on his remaining limbs
all the people he can trust.
Like the one who stands behind him
cheering him on
Estatic when he stands defiant,
wild with abandon when he's gone

just stay alive.
do whatever you need to.
you are worth it.