• Born and raised without love or care.
    Treated like a slave.
    Mom always made me do the crap in the house.
    Brother was just a spoiled brat.
    I looked around trying to find someone,
    Someone who could comfort me, love me,
    and tell me,
    Everything's fine.

    But the only person I found was death.
    I kept trying to run away from him,
    But never was able.
    All the torment,
    All the lies,
    All the hatred,
    Never being able to see the light,
    It made me run right back to death.

    I kept wishing to die,
    To no longer exist.
    To be free of this cold world.
    So I can run away from the pain.

    All the pain,
    All the scars,
    I can no longer hide.
    I can't continue to keep living this crap.
    Everyday, I keep wishing to die,
    Thinking that maybe,
    Just maybe,
    That hell is a better home for me.