I've been used,
abused and reused,
pushed back and forth between a son and a whore
and no my trauma is not fictional,
and I can't take it anymore.
traded blood for water
cool to the touch
but I've never felt hotter
pain inside, than when I found out everything was a lie,
so I drowned out my life with pills and a knife
told myself I wasn't worth it so why even try
no one cared
no one was there
I was scared
it wasn't fair
to sum up everything wrong
with a diagnosis, dropped in your palm
when I was young and because of that
you bullied me for fun.
wishing for a daughter
but instead got a son
institutions looking more likely
is that what the doctor prescribed me?
hindsight not 2020 for the blind,see
I was in front of your eyes
with a clever disguise
or so I thought
but the trenchcoat wasn't store bought
so over time instead of growing into it, id rot
cus it wasn't for me it was bought,
but for you cus I thought
I could make you proud,
be apart of the loving family
the way stories made it sound
but over time, between the beer and the wine
the two of you burned us all to the ground
no hope to be found
it takes a village
but we lived in the pound















