My mother thinkz I need a therapist
I think she’z right
People have gave me their problemz
I don’t mind it’z not a problem
I like helping otherz in any way that I can
But w/ it all bottled up
I want to burst

I don’t like to lean on otherz
I’m indipendant
I like being that way
But I just felt like sharing…
about my brother

how he used to beat me up
pin me up against the wallz
leaving bruisez on my armz
on my wristz
on my legz

my body black and blue
red and purple


I faintly remember the pain
I used to black out
I would wake up
And find myself
all the colorz of the rainbow