Angry parents, loving child
beating rage, bleeds a while...

Quiet walk through the woods as I came upon a...
flowing ever so peacefully picture perfect view it...

Walking through the woods on a beautiful winter...
watching the critters as they all start to play...

I can barely remember but when I was a kid
once took a walk with my grandfather in the snow...

In the twisted years of my life
days slowly turn into night...

I write a lot of things on abuse
hoping some of it will get to you...

It was a cold winter morning
snow had covered the ground...

Born into this world of anger and hate
asking for love, but knowing it's to late...

He sits out on the porch
with tears running down his face...

I'll been through hell and back again
thought I was well, depression set in...

I write a lot of things
mostly my thoughts and feelings...

I struggle to make it in this world
and try to leave my past behind...