I thought, I would try to give a bit of explanation
as to my considerable situation
I'm a man, broken, shamed, filled with blame
Can't claim I'm anything proclaimed to become

I feel so weak, so bleak, a fragile brittle antique
Full of regrets, always upset, things I wish to forget
Can't believe, I'm 45, still alive, how did I survive?
Drowning, in alcohol, baring this agonized tormented soul
What I would do, to start again, but nothing I can really do.
I want to survive, but child in me died, long time now realized.....

Every-time now I see my baby portrait
I see reflections of me now so haunted.
Once so beautiful, now so scarred
A demon now, sends his only regards.

I don't want to be this damaged broken butterfly.
And I refuse to be victimized again, die and cry....

I'm so drunk right now, but the truth comes out,
For years, I hid darkest memories behind a brick wall,
Had to walk about, pretending I was tall.
Best parts of me fading, but no longer small.
Not  tall, not small, just know how smash a wall!

I'm no longer the victim!
Won't emphasise with your expectations
I heal myself of the symptoms
Of those with lust and temptations.......

I'm not that broken child, anymore!!