Child, I’d been, where you are, feeling ALL the pains of how life mistreated me, just like you are right now, but hey, I’d, survived, so, why shouldn’t you?
Looking back, at the child I used to be, there’s, really, NOTHING I want to recall, after all, there were, NOTHING BUT bad memories in my past, and, I’d, taken them out, one by one, slayed them, made sure they’re, completely DEAD, and, BURIED them six-feet-under, one, by one!
not my photograph…
Looking back, at the child I used to be, so kid, how’s it feel, growin’ up, huh? Not good, is it? Of course N-O-T, because, you were, NEVER in control of YOUR life, because, those god DAMN FUCKING (your point being???) adult counterparts, kept, abusing you, night, after night, and, your cries were too muffled up (by you!!!), so naturally, NOBODY H-E-A-R-D, but hey, you’d, grown up and OUT of that state of mind now, hadn’t you???
Looking back, at the child I used to be, I was, NEVER happy, NOT really, for my childhood was filled with, endless abuse AND neglect, and, ain’t NOBODY ever FUCKING paid ANY attention to me, so, why the F*** (maxed out, remember???) should I give a DAMN about you, huh? And, maybe, I am, selfish, but hey, I needed to BE selfish, in order, to SURVIVE!
