I grew up in a family where weakness was never shown,
The weak die early that is what I was told,
Survival of the fittest,
Even amongst my kin,
We were never really a family to begin with..
Pretending to be happy,
Full of laughter,
Jokes,
And grins,
Is this how a "family" is supposed to be?
All pretenders...
I've told you once and I will tell you again,
Listen closely,
We were never really a family to begin with..
Turn off the lights and see it for what it truly is,
See them..
See behind their masks,
And fake forms of affection,
We were never really a family to begin with..
We are blood related...
I feel as if I have been poisoned from the inside,
The toxicity within my blood,
Slowly killing me before I gradually die..
They destroyed me,
Shattered my body,
Soul,
And mind,
They must have planned their attack ahead of time,
Decided from birth that I was the one to die..
Sought out to **** me as I was developing,
Within her womb...
I never truly had the time,
The chance,
The choice,
To discover who I was,
To be happy..
To be free..
They killed me before I had the chance to choose,
My destiny..
Before I could talk or walk...
It should come as a surprise to me..
They're supposed to love and take care of me,
But we were never really a family to begin with.
Only concerned for their own existence.