They wondered from this very day
Sworn I was born this way
But I assure you it was all just put on me.
I took a bottle of pills at twenty five
because I didn’t want to be alive
Yet here I sit to write you this today.
Born an angry soul
Without a house, and not quite whole
I spent years wondering why nobody wanted me.
Then at seventeen I ran away
They thought it was just to play
But I was in it for the long haul.
Became a very young bride
Found out the groom had lied
Kicked his ass, and moved out the same day.
While celebrating being twenty one
Went out and bought a gun
Wanted to end the war inside my head.
Burned on my arms at two
Because the bitch didn’t like her view
Of course it had to be taken out on me.
Thrown out of houses at four and five
Not wanting to be alive
Yet too young to know what that really means.
Had no idea what family meant
Everyone was truly bent
Just looking at me and remembering where I came.
Left out on the street at thirty eight
By a man that wasn’t thinking straight
And I’ve spent seven years trying to get over that.
Taken out of a will because I can’t keep anyone
Thinking I am all about fun
Yet I’ve always been loyal and devoted to the truth.
Believed every sweet talk lie
Then told it wasn’t my place to cry
Because everyone has had a hard life.
As I sit today as a failure to thrive
They wonder how to keep me alive
And sometimes I wonder that very same thing.