The portrait of chance
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Deep dark depression
Love in the light
My future looked bright
Everyone may be out to get me
I can never trust my sanity
Will I ever know my family?
I’m alone, I’ve been cold
I’m five years old
I was marked, I was sold
I was pressed into a mold
I was beaten and broken
I was always soft spoken
In the end I was heartbroken
I was gagged and bound
Locked in a cage of sound
Trapped beneath the very ground
Lost memories, never found
Bindings held me in captivity
I was relieved of all my dignity
I’m so sick of all this bigotry
Needles pierce my tender flesh
I may never taste success
The father would oppress
My mother would suppress
The pain I felt was constant
Life was always my conflict
My future I cannot predict
Drugs cloud the vision
My past was always hidden
Locked in maternal prison
I need a religion
Maternity, the decay arouses me
I will never be carefree
I’m trapped in this, horrid reality
Powerless, was I always lost
Will I ever know the cost?
When my heart covers in frost
Trapped in sadness, power to the chaos
Jar inside us, filled with darkness
Leaking into my frozen carcass
Mother said that it was harmless
Demons claw, and bend my spine
Alone and cold, I’ll lose my mind
Everyone I knew turned a blind eye
I have never seen the sky
Pain in the end
Were they ever my friends?
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