I live in this town that nobody knows, barely anyone comes, barely anyone goes
I wake up in this town and I am taught, to hate who I am, and die for what I’m not.
I live in this town where I get no respect; I’m not from money, so there is no one I can impress.
I live in this town where I am misunderstood; I came from a crack house, so I am tossed aside for I am no good. I live in this town that puts me down, for the color of my skin, for the scars on my brow. I live in this town where second chances are rarely seen. It was truly not my fault, I swear it wasn’t me. I live in this town that almost took my life. I believed what everyone was saying, so I picked up that knife. I took it to my wrists, then to my neck. I live in a town where everyone could care less. In this town I sit and see; how I was given up by my parents, families, and everyone around me. I live in this town where I feel like I have no worth, I could leave today and that would be seen as a blessing from this earth. I live in this town that makes me cry, because of where I came from, who I am, and I don’t know why. I live in this town that broke my heart. I just wanted a second chance; I just wanted a new start. I live in this town where I sit in class, staring at the clock, wanting it to pass. I live in this town where I am not strong enough to last; so I’m moving on and making this town my past. I live in this town that will one day see, all it’s hurt and envy me.