I don’t see with the eyes that used to be so blind,
how everything was somehow wrong in my eyes.
There was so much to fear as a child so lost,
guided by those who would lead me astray.
Only one way to view the world when blinded by fear,
only one way to live when consumed by fact.
Unable to speak out the words I longed to say,
never given the chance to know what love was.
Each day would go by dragging me down,
afraid of my shadow, lost in the light.
To know nothing but was forced into my mind,
understanding the pain as being true love.
Hit me again with the love so freely given,
take away my soul after you break my heart.
Downtrodden youth left out in the rain,
finding new ways to handle this life.
Under dark clouds was my shinning light,
in the water I found my refuge and strength.
Torn by the ways of who I should have been,
covered in loss my heart was so fragile.
Whispered words unspoken my wrists,
pouring out the very blood that hid my tears.
Each strike against my flesh is a memory,
of things I couldn’t say, of tears I couldn’t cry.
Johnny Newell
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