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bruised beginings

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He asks me about the scars on my back. "He asks was I reckless?", "did I try to harm myself?" "He asks who hurt me?" Who hurt me? That's a question I ask myself everyday. Was it my biological Mother who hooked up with my biological father? Or because she picked a hell of a boyfriend? Maybe it was social services who hurt me, by picking wrong families in which to place me. Or myself, for being born, for choosing the wrong people, for everything. One good thing I did do for myself was buy a ticket to Califonia. Thats why i'm here. In the exact position I am now, In the arms of my... My savior being asked about my scars, my sins, my choices, my emotions. To sum it up my broken everything. I'm incredibly lethal, and I hope he doesnt Mind it. Darren. His name is Darren.

I was conceived at some rock concert in 1999. My "mother" and "father" just met that night. It's intriguing what a Rolling Stones song, a couple of drinks, and maybe even some pott will make people do. That was the last time my "mother" would ever see my "father" again. When I was four my "mother" got a boyfriend, dave. Dave is why i've been in and out of homes. So many homes.

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