Crippled No More

Darkness, thanks all I seem to attract

That even as a child my soul's been detached

And I trod a life already set for me

Poverty stricken, pity she...

Yes! That's what they say when they see

A sad child trying too hard to be somebody

Beaten down by words, by the enemy

Good for nothing! Loser, you're nobody!

The words sing in my head even today

Calling me to come but I refuse to stay

And even though cold pavements were my home

Have faith, what's the sense? I break.

Men come and go from my mom, from me

At age fifteen my innocence was ripped away by three

It was then I contemplated tasting blood

My own blood-

- I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

I grew on hating the world, addicted to sex way too young,

At one point it was the rope around my neck giving me comfort, then it was the inviting sharpness of a blade to my skin, hate win!

And each day as the sun set and stray away

So does my thoughts, I reflect on that day

When I liberated myself, I'm twenty now;

Still fighting a battle life's already won.