Ever since I was young I was rarely, if ever shown any love.

Born a forgotten angel born from under thee above,

I’ve lived in plenty of houses, yet I’ve always felt alone,

With a heart as cold as ice and a soul that’s made of stone,

Always hate and neglect is all I was ever shown,

By family, friends and loneliness they are the only things I’ve only ever known,

Thousands of voices ring through my head like they’re talking through a phone,

They say they’ve been with me since before I was a no one,

I’ve been spending all my life trying to become a someone,

Trying to wade through the water while I drown,

As the voices in my head get more and more loud,

Drowning out the whispers that might help me to grow,

But they are parasites in my mind and they never let go,

I slip farther into the abyss of the unknown,

I live forever in the darkness that comes from down below,

Cast out by society and family for reasons that remain unknown,

Yet feelings of sadness come from being disowned,

Sleeping in the ground in a hole down below,

The friends that I stay with live inside my bones,

Leaving me spinning in the midst of my woes,

Around and around in a cyclone we go,

From this way and that I’m constantly thrown,

Into the depths of hell my soul continues to roam,

To find a place to rest and call it my own,

They built me a kingdom that even has a throne,

They gave me a key so whenever I want I can come and I can go,

But the stay is awkward and I’ve never felt welcome for,

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home!!

—TerrySalmon—