Such a hard way to be brought up. Growing up in a mess of a family, beaten and mistreated day and night. I never understood why but I kept my head held high. It hurt more than anthing seeing first hand what ruins families what ruined mine. I knew what they were doing, they couldn't hide. Seeing first hand what ruins lives. Seeing first hand what ruined mine. Such a young age to withness self destruction, such a young age to see sure death. And it hurt more than the beatings, more than anything else. To see the ones who gave me life shorten their own. I never had anyone to lean on, I never had anyone to care. I never had a soul to lean on. So I stayed living in fear. You never cared for me like I cared for you. You never loved me like I loved you. You ever cared for me like I cared for you. You never loved me like I love you. Longing for the love of a Mother that wasn't there. Hurting for the care of someone that didn't care. Longing for the love of a mother that wasn't there. Hurting for the care of someone that didn't care. Drowing in the lonliness I faced, locked my door and always stayed awake. Fearing what might happen outside my door. Kept my hope that one day we'd settle the score.
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