The Truth Hurts

Feeling alone is nothing nice I've struggled accepting it with all my might Family and friends are no where to be found When I started changing they stopped coming around No one to tell me what I was doing was wrong No one close so I'd relate with a song Displeased with my mother so I didn't bother No guidance or support from my drunken father Shattered dreams and a broke down home No strength left in my emotionally abused bones An empty soul and dark lonely nights My need for acceptance led me to fight No one to comfort me in the journey I had started Trembling and weak because my family had parted Childhood pried from my hands so I thought I was grown Slept there, ate there, drank there, but that house was not my home. Displaying carelessness to help me sleep Sheltering my emotions so I could secretly weep Throwing away my potential yet foolishly unaware Can't seem to break the thought that this was nothing but fair Dead trees and grey skies are all I would see My mistakes and my choices were all thrown right back at me Maybe I deserved the punishment or maybe I just needed a friend Maybe I needed my family to be with me until the end Drowning in your sorrow is never a good thing I started questioning my future and the importance of my being Being there for people used to satisfy me so much But satisfaction became rare when I started feeling unloved So acknowledge my continuous struggles Please excuse me for being impolite I misplaced my manners along the way Welcome to my life