I wish to close my eyes without seeing the places I've been
I long to not re-live my past tragedies,
I am loosing myself each passing day,
Most don't see it
Or acknowledge my desperation
Deeper I'm falling into my own sick twisted reality
Nothing but the realism of my past life
The nights my Step Father touched me,
or the times my own Mother saw yet did nothing
NOT A DAM THING TO HELP ME.. HER.. YOUR CHILD MOM..
Or those moments I OD from my heroin abuse,
how could I ever forget the night i decided the only way to end my drug habit
was to pull the trigger of that 12 gauge shot gun
I wish to close my eyes without seeing the places I've been..
Who knows maybe one day I'll forget I was ever..