The tears keep coming, you're wrong if you thought live owes you something.
Do you ever wake up look in the mirror and start thinking? I have times when the world would be better off without my existence.
Given to others to raise in a place I didn't know without a warm embrace or somewhere to call home. When they wanted me back all it took was a ring on the phone.
Mom and dad had me mailed back like a piece of trash being beaten by my dad was all the memory that I have.
I had to be strong for me and mom when it's all that I had it's funny how a complete stranger came from a dad. All thoughts point to one emotion, it being sad.
And I don't want to bother you or make my life somehow more exiting, it's just that I find most comfort in writing.
I was fucking beaten like a dog right in front of my mothers eyes but all I can say is that it's just life.
At night was when I did it to not seem weak when I'd finally let it out, tear up, and weep.
I want to bottle up my emotions like they weren't even there I don't want anyone to care. I'll happily suffer in silence, this burden is for me only to bear.
I hate looking in the mirror to see the resemblance of a traitor with the same name as your own wishing for his death later.
I was left, replaced, and forgotten, by the very same person I had trust in. You might think it's regular nowadays but you know nothing.
Being replaced might make you upset, but by your own parents? It sounds a bit to far fetched to accept.
When I tell you he did I know what I'm saying, when I tell you he gave his new son the same name with the exact same pronunciation.
Maybe if I sound sad or depressed just give me a moment, disregard the complete emotional mess. Don't extend your hand even though I might be in distress, please don't ask if I'm okay I don't want to lie or confess.