I'm being stared at like a spectacle
Assuming because I'm mental
Everyone wondering if I'm lethal
Filled with evil
Trying to deceit you
Unwilling to accept that I'm bleeding through
Mind is filled with lava
Heart with bad karma
But now I'm completely disarmed
Causing no harm
Lost my charm
Locked in a coffin with no light
Living the life scared to leave the house without a knife
Nobody seems to understand my brain
Because nobody seems to be able to fathom my pain
Skin burning like acid rain
Blood is the poison that keeps me alive
Forcing me to fight this strife
Compass pointing in the direction of south
Down the hell is my route
One of three siblings but feeling a ghost
Given rejection while they received boast
Recovered addict still seen in my past
Constant questioning raising anxieties fast
Wrapped up in the thoughts of my dead friends
Listening to the consistent screaming that seems to never end
13 years old when I fell under the spell
Next 6 years would be a pill raged hell
Maturity a must with my daughters birth
Sobriety was a gift not a curse
But that itch will always be in my back
Stress levels consuming me telling me to go back
Heart for my daughter will always prevail
I would never do anything to lose her I have shed my scales
Do what I can to tip the scales
Luck is something that I have none of
Make my own luck, no help from above