I feel the blood drain from my body,
as a pool of blood floods the nearby ground,
I am lying here with my head spinning,
Just waiting here to be found....
I am 4 years old,
and I was sold,
to the crazy family,
where the beatings were daily.
They hated me and everyone,
but the beatings just begun.
They would make me work without food,
and I knew quickly I was screwed.
I was 8 years old when they put drugs in me,
it felt so crazy yet I felt free.
They made me take them everyday day,
Yet at night I would kneel and pray.
I want to be free from this crazy place,
I want to stop hiding my face.
I want to go to school and hang outside.
I want to feel the feeling of pride.
I was 14 years old when I almost died,
finally my family almost cried.
They beat me so hard, it was so intense,
I sat there and took it because I had no defense.
.....So that was my life in a rhyme,
if only I could turn back the time.
But it's too late now so I will be gone,
from this earth I will be withdrawn.
