From the Beginning.

February 17, 2015

From the age of one,

I though I was done.

A mother who didn't care,

Who was never there.

Leaving me in the crib for days,

While she'd be out in a haze.

It wasn't until I was two,

That my life could have been through.

She was hearing voices in her head,

They wanted me dead.

Now here I am to say,

I got away!

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