Just another statistic

Sitting here in this time in this place, looking back on my life, staring off in to space.
molestation, rape, then drugs and sex.
Another statistic this is what they expect.
Self medication this is how I deal, the pain from life is all too real.
Self medication makes me numb, not so susceptible to the pain i feel.
Kids they say should prosper and grow, my whole life the pain i try not to show.
Two years older i am now fifteen sitting in a hospital bed holding my new born son.
No more sex no more drugs, without self medication i never know whats going to happen next.
Another two years later i have another child I'm seventeen.
Ill never get to Finnish high school or run for homecoming queen.
What do you think of me?
Lets be realistic I'm just another statistic.