I know I lived a horrific childhood.
I know that I'm screwed in the head.
I realize all the issues that I have.
And the test results I've already read.
I've hidden it all my life.
And when I finally decide to let it all out.
He looks at me like I'm a freak and makes me want to shout.
The words he said to me.
Haunt me every night.
I can't find out why I'm still here.
Living in this hell, it's just not right.
I wish someone could understand.
Could hold my hand.
Free my life.
Copy my strife.
Tell me they love me.
And truly mean it.
Stay by me forever and never demean me.
But I fear that will never come to be.
For can't you see?
I'm cursed.
This is how it was meant to be.