I see a picture,
A picture with a story.
I see a horrible adventure,
you probably think that its boring.
It shows me, my cousin, my grandparents, and two innocent puppies.
When we were that age,
we werent allways so lucky.
I allways moved from parent to parent,
I never had good clothes or shoes,
I never had any friends.
So i allways had the blues.
You see me smiling,
I see something more,
The pain the four of us had,
and the images of my grandpa on the floor.
You see my four year old cousin,
laughing and smiling.
I see her being raped,
laying on the floor crying.
Raped by the one i held most dear,
my grandpa who smoked weed,
the one I held near.
This is only a bit of the story of why i bleed.
you see a woman with the warmest smile,
I see a poor woman enured in pain,
dealing with allthis s**t,
crying about in the rain.
You see me a five year old child with messy black hair and a little dress,
I....
I see a monster....
A monster in dispair....
A little girl who found her grandpa dead,
a stupid girl who doesnt know how to live....
The traumatixing memory of her grandpa off of the bed,
memories that are like moving pictures...
moving pictures that wont leave her head....
A picture with a story.
I see a horrible adventure,
you probably think that its boring.
It shows me, my cousin, my grandparents, and two innocent puppies.
When we were that age,
we werent allways so lucky.
I allways moved from parent to parent,
I never had good clothes or shoes,
I never had any friends.
So i allways had the blues.
You see me smiling,
I see something more,
The pain the four of us had,
and the images of my grandpa on the floor.
You see my four year old cousin,
laughing and smiling.
I see her being raped,
laying on the floor crying.
Raped by the one i held most dear,
my grandpa who smoked weed,
the one I held near.
This is only a bit of the story of why i bleed.
you see a woman with the warmest smile,
I see a poor woman enured in pain,
dealing with allthis s**t,
crying about in the rain.
You see me a five year old child with messy black hair and a little dress,
I....
I see a monster....
A monster in dispair....
A little girl who found her grandpa dead,
a stupid girl who doesnt know how to live....
The traumatixing memory of her grandpa off of the bed,
memories that are like moving pictures...
moving pictures that wont leave her head....
