I remember as a child, in my bed I would cry,
As such a small child I wanted to die.
The shouting and screaming, the bruises and pain,
It's not hard to see how that drove me insane.
I can't be normal, I can't change my past,
The pain may be gone but the scars will always last.
I feel like I'm dying from the outside and in,
As my body goes numb and I rot from within.
The memories have destroyed me, but no tears can I shed,
Because even as a child I've longed to be dead.
