The Collection
Four bedroom wall
Dusty dark room
Thinking about life and how everything will turn out
Fingers trace the scars
Hands run through my hair
Im screaming inside and out for somebody to hear
Can anybody hear me scream for help?
Will anybody help
Hands of men who changed me
Hands of the abuse that changed me
Hands of Creator touches me, guides me protects me
Im laying on the floor with my hands wide open
Asking for Creator to help me.
My sister and I fight
CAS separates us
She gets adopted I get passed around like a ball
Voices start at the age of 12
They tell me not kind things
They scream at me for making mistakes
The voices tell me I wont make it out alive
The voices are homicidal knowing i will never go through with a plan like that
There out to get you, you need to run
There going to hurt you, you need to leave
They tell me to kill myself
Mother drinks her pain away
Father drinks his anger away
Deadbeat dad works 24/7 and only cares about his money
Mother doesn't make any money but uses father
When you turned 16 thats when your deadbeat father tried being a dad
When you turned 18 that's when your mother finally went to rehab
Parents are supposed to help you grow,
Parents are supposed to help you learn,
Parents are supposed to help you love,
Parents are supposed to help you understand,
Parents are supposed to help you live life.