Came from a broken home
Solved everything with violence
Haven't slept in 2 weeks got bags under
Both eyelids
Wishing I could sink away to an island
Secluded away on my own, because I was done with all the fighting
Mum kept a thowing fist
My dad ducked down from the hits
Has no method to express myself
So I finally found by niche
Locked In myself in my room so started working on my writing craft
Ever since I was four years old
I was never bathed
Twenty years old, couldn't deal with the pain
So I learned to adapt
Mother found her opium
Sank away to her utopias
Feeling like a recluse
I'm never happy untill I was on prescriptions
So I'll take my fears and place them on my podium.
Mind laced with scars
Lost and broken
Called out for help but nobody ever offered it
I left my heart somewhere on the atlas
So I'll keep writing down line's above this mind bruises.
I'll keep writing line's about my Bruises.
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