I think back about points in my life

I was born taken out by a knife

Growing up I was never to well fed

Into darkness I was very often led

Milk of kindness I have never tasted

A childhood of dreams that were wasted

Bullied in school with words painful said

I remember being needled in my head

Went to work hidden from the world

Not allowed to let my life to be unfurled

Closed off in a room locked from reality

That was how my life was destined to be

Never allowed to be able to see or be seen

Never found out what living really means

Mom and Dad died I was not prepared

Into a world thrown that I never shared

Now just anticipating the day that I am dead

Waiting for a milestone to be put over my head