Autobiography
So my head and mind keeps narrating my life
Just trying jusify all the lies
The appearance that I keep
The deadness in my eyes
The judging looks
The questioning whys?
Why do I like to get high?
Why can’t she keep it together
Even sometimes I don’t know
I am a mystery to myself
More than people would ever know
Can’t let anyone get close
I let people in just enough to get by
People can’t comprehend
All the reasons why I feel I have to pretend
Can’t imagine their dad raping them
Selling them for money
Mom drinking drunk crying telling me at ten
She wants her life to end
I go to my brother
But it’s more of the same
Every night when I sleep
There he was
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More blame
My sister was no better
Greatest pretender
Holding me down and punching me
Screaming and yelling as I plea
They wonder why I can’t work
And sometimes even get out of bed
Because they can’t comprehend the evil words that were said
My family wasn’t a unit
Wasn’t a home
It was a battleground
Kill or be killed
No loyalty leaned there
So If you wanna know why I can be so hot and than so cold
Know that when I was bleeding and scared
I had a fist in my face
Not a hand to hold
Love encased in threats
All twisted up in obligation
Secrecy and lies
So if I seem kind of mysterious
It’s just because the confessions
Are even too big for me to carry
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You would run away
And grow weary
I think it’s crazy
That I am still alive and well
That I didn’t fall into the same curse
That my family fell
I can’t believe Half of it either
That’s why I run away so much
Because to remember it all
Just wouldn’t do me any good
So don’t tell me what I should
Until I know someone who has seen it
Been it
They have no right to really know it all
Words don’t mean anything to me
Until they are backed up
With time
So don’t expect me to love you
Without me first reading your signs
Doubt I will ever really find someone who can truly comprehend
Accept me for what I am
I don’t understand
But it is what it is </div>
So I just keep it all in
Feel like I am living in sin
But you prolly won’t believe it
Unless you’ve lived it
Than you will understand
But that’s impossible
So I just try to stay normal
I’m so sorry to read this 🙁 But I think you’re progressing. The fact that you’re even trying to work on yourself is a good sign. You’re right, you could have fallen into the same curse as your fam. You may be broke now but you have potential! And it’s much better to be born wealthy than born poor. At least you’ve experienced it a little bit. Being born poor, you have noidea what money can buy. So many things in life you don’t see/ do/ etc. Crazy how life is, eh? Hey, do you ever say “eh”? Like everyone thinks Canadians do? lol.
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