I'm waiting for my light in this darkness I dwell in.
The scars on my back have proven my pain and the silence I missed is forever gone.
Can you hear my cries behind their psychotic laugh?
They have treated me this way since I was born.
Beginning with my emotions, they called me a "mistake."
Destroying my self-esteem every chance they got.
Now, I believe I was born without a reason to live.
As I doubted their way of thinking, they began treating me worse.
I used to be able to walk the earth and believe I was free.
Now, I am still uncomfortable with the cold metal feeling around my wrists and ankles.
Why must they inform me that I can never be loved?
Beating me has caused me to already believe that.
After wasted blood-shed tears and regretful fears on hopeless thoughts.
I have decided to give up.
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