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1998, I came to the world A sweet little girl That later would be the opposite But I was still so talented Playing guitar and piano Like my father did I was holding his hand Until I was 9 and moved to another land My dreams and hopes were left behind I couldn’t see a future I was totally blind And I began to grow and cry often And when I turned thirteen I was so lost My skin couldn’t no more stay clean Bleeding like a horror movie in the screen I started running away I had no more reasons to stay I was only there to cause problems My nights became days And my nights became helpless I know it sounds selfish But I just didn’t have I didn’t have any reason to keep fighting And I’m the same self-destructive behavior I kept spinning When I was 18, I moved to my father’s house I couldn’t even handle my own thoughts My memories from I was 14 were little dots I was living stuck with my voices Hurting myself And being enable to make my own choices I only wish I could have made my family proud But I couldn’t stand in my own feet When I was already nineteen A simple task I couldn’t complete I wish I had made you happy But I will always need help when myself I have to defeat I should have been doing better now Get over my mom And make my daddy proud And I hope someday I will Somehow
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
Helpless
1998, I came to the world A sweet little girl That later would be the opposite But I was still so talented Playing guitar and piano Like my father did I was holding his hand Until I was 9 and moved to another land My dreams and hopes were left behind I couldn’t see a future I was totally blind And I began to grow and cry often And when I turned thirteen I was so lost My skin couldn’t no more stay clean Bleeding like a horror movie in the screen I started running away I had no more reasons to stay I was only there to cause problems My nights became days And my nights became helpless I know it sounds selfish But I just didn’t have I didn’t have any reason to keep fighting And I’m the same self-destructive behavior I kept spinning When I was 18, I moved to my father’s house I couldn’t even handle my own thoughts My memories from I was 14 were little dots I was living stuck with my voices Hurting myself And being enable to make my own choices I only wish I could have made my family proud But I couldn’t stand in my own feet When I was already nineteen A simple task I couldn’t complete I wish I had made you happy But I will always need help when myself I have to defeat I should have been doing better now Get over my mom And make my daddy proud And I hope someday I will Somehow
#suicide#selfharm#family#familyproblems#cutting#ptsd#trauma#helpless#kid#life
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
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