My gaping wound; exposed flesh
What a sickening mess
Wondering why all these tests

My mother, a hypocritical disgrace
Drugs, as she’s to say, took my place
Never a security did she provide nor a home base

A father, as an alcoholic waste
Breathing is what he did fake
In a world lost, for he too felt me a mistake

Years of feeling to be blamed
Lesser than those in the game; lame
Distanced, by feeling non-the-same

Lost and confused
Alone & once abused
All I knew was being used

Stitch up those gashes
Blot that bloodied skin
Cover it up & never visit it again

All I can say………………is………………………..

…………………………………………………………BLESS YOU

 

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