He left me deserted in a field of endless fog,
Turned the car around and left me,
All because I whispered, "I hate you,"
And so desperately yearned to rome free.
So I walk through the unknown,
With only the clothes on my back,
But where was I going?
For I hadn't kept track.
I looked of the colors green, blue and purple,
Of endless bruises everywhere,
My back, face, neck, and heart,
And desperate love, in the air
Why should I cry my misery away?
Too exhausted from all the pain,
I'm too hurt for love,
That marked its permanent stain.
Haven't cracked a smile in years,
Since my father exploited me,
Feelings that I was worthless controlled me,
I am heartbroken, you see.
Who am I anymore?
Isolated in the midst of despair,
Hurt on the outside and inside,
Every wound inplanted, ever tear.
I walked through a path of misery,
Comtemplating a life I never had,
A life that shrouded my mind,
From an ashamed, cold-hearted dad