Childhood

March 22, 2019

Darkness and brightness

That’s how I explain life in that order

It was a long ride of torture that made me stronger

My childhood was fucked up as I remembered

I remember I used to play with toys trains

It never stopped the madness in my brain

I was always on my own

Feeling like I’m alone in my own home

Felt like a shadow to everyone

That’s what it feels like being a middle child

So antisocial and scary to other kids

I just find it really hard to commit

Nobody talked to me or noticed me

The same shit I used to get at home

I’m only needed for other’s benefits

Been used till they get me at my limits

Left me out here without a damn spirit

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