Once I was a little boy, full of dreams & hope
But the bullies words and nicknames were kicked into my brain until pulp,
Hope of freedom and dreams of perfection,
Seeped through my tears untill froze of efection.
Memories of summer breeze yet filled with no worth,
Winter times the only times I wish death upon birth.
Bitter seems, terror dreams & everything in between,
Strong mind, overly kind yet it’s never as it seems.
Suicide at 6 years old had my life expectancy almost cut,
BUT.
Stubborn as I may,
I lived to see another day.
And to the loved ones I’ve lost and the cold heart covered with frost,
Has me ending every night giving the lord my daily prey.