Broken(child)...

There were no Angels gracin my lines.
There was no mercy in my life.
There was no light.
I couldn\'t do anything right.
I lived my life the best I could.
I did everything like I should.
You lived your lives at night.
And everynight you would fight.
There are things kids shouldn\'t ever see.
Most of those things happened to me.
All I ever wanted was to be what you wanted or needed.
But all that was me was mistreated.
So I kept to myself.
And I figured out what I got dealt.
I made the best of what I had.
Even if it was that bad.
No food to eat.
Nobody there just me.
Sometimes I wish I would have died.
Esspecially all the nights I cried.
Four years old and living like this.
I never really experienced bliss.
Just let me slit my wrists.
Help was always way to far.
Esspecially when things got hard.
I wanted to be happy.
But it didn\'t help when you two would hit me.
My smile would be a lie.
My tears were a question on why.
Why couldn\'t I live better.
But the question was would given to me never.
I\'ve seen alot of death in my years.
Alot of that death was in my tears.
They would stream from my eyes.
But you never heard my cries.
Everytime I cried.
A peice inside.
Of me died.
But you used to pick me up now and then.
And you would drop me again.
Do it over and over until I was broken...