You don't know what is like to not love your self,
To be put down cast away and not even have a response from your cry for help,
You don't know what is like to be me,
To build for wall around themselves made of Steel,
Running and hiding is my duty,
Insecurity my pride,
You don't understand what is like to see the whole world in black & white,
When everyone visions are colorful and nice,
Fear and nightmares are my company,
While death is my destiny,
You don't know what is like,
To have your day become night,
No you just don't understand what is like to be ***,
Even though it's slap right in front of your face.
I think I might start a series out of "*** Life". I really have a lot to say about this matter, so why not?