The Truth Hurts
Feeling alone is nothing nice
I've struggled accepting it with all my might
Family and friends are no where to be found
When I started changing they stopped coming around
No one to tell me what I was doing was wrong
No one close so I'd relate with a song
Displeased with my mother so I didn't bother
No guidance or support from my drunken father
Shattered dreams and a broke down home
No strength left in my emotionally abused bones
An empty soul and dark lonely nights
My need for acceptance led me to fight
No one to comfort me in the journey I had started
Trembling and weak because my family had parted
Childhood pried from my hands so I thought I was grown
Slept there, ate there, drank there, but that house was not my home.
Displaying carelessness to help me sleep
Sheltering my emotions so I could secretly weep
Throwing away my potential yet foolishly unaware
Can't seem to break the thought that this was nothing but fair
Dead trees and grey skies are all I would see
My mistakes and my choices were all thrown right back at me
Maybe I deserved the punishment or maybe I just needed a friend
Maybe I needed my family to be with me until the end
Drowning in your sorrow is never a good thing
I started questioning my future and the importance of my being
Being there for people used to satisfy me so much
But satisfaction became rare when I started feeling unloved
So acknowledge my continuous struggles
Please excuse me for being impolite
I misplaced my manners along the way
Welcome to my life