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Written by: JustcallMe Britt

I'm somebody I don't want to be

Sick in the mind 

Is how trusted ones have nurtured me

Sweet and naive 

What a bad combination

Torn to shreds and built up 

Into a new creation

Sometimes I sleep

And don't dream

But have flashbacks

And see pictures with bad means

"Get this out of my head

Its driving me mad!"

But who do I tell this to

I don't want to relive

What I didn't want to go through

I cry 

But what does this do

I want to know the soulless

Who've affected me hurt, too

I don't care about their presents, futures, or pasts

The thought of my welfare on their minds was last

I only hope that in the future

I'll avoid another life altering calamity

With man