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Depression by my side, anxiety is there too
I speak on subjects that most people are scared to
I won't apologize for speaking on the pain that I've felt
I'm just learning to love myself

It all started on March 2nd 1992 the day I was born
Was the storm in my way? Or did I get in the way of the storm?
Parents chose drink over me, so from a young age I felt rejection
Social services made me a file, but neglected me for 3 years, so I would play up in school lessons

At Age 3 social services were told about me in the first place
But at age 7 they finally took me into care after forgetting they made me a case
Crying in the corner while my parents were drunk, shouting and smashing plates
Parents didn't have any food for me, so I was in a bad state

Placed with a foster family, that didn't really end well
So closed and shut off, when anything was wrong I wouldn't tell 
They forced me to sleep outside because I wouldn't eat my dinner
So even in the summer, it felt like a cold winter

I was moved around 27 foster families between 7 & 11, always feeling alone
Then at age 11 I got moved into a children's home
Spent most of my days in my room listening to Eminem at full volume
Inside I was broken, but a fake smile was my most worn costume

5 days before my 15th birthday my so called "Dad" died
I didn't even feel a loss, most people would be sad inside
He was never there, but while most kids crave presents from a dad, I craved my dad's presence
It was around 15 I started to self-harm to cope with depression 

Going to school in long sleeved jumpers
Hiding my scars, so I was extra hot in summer
Started to rhyme words, and I'd make my pad bleed
Make my pen cry, because every poem was a sad piece

Sleeping around with girls as a bandage for my blood loss
I self-harmed till I was twenty then one day I found the courage to stop 
I'm 25 now and have been clean from self-harm for five years
I'm working on my heart and finding a way for it to repair

I've came a long way and I'm still got further to go
I still sleep around with girls to cope with the hurt I know
I'm working on that and trying to be a better man
I'm just happy I've made it this far as that wasn't part of the plam

I'm writing this to express all of the pain I've felt
My own cried on the pad and the words are my bandage
I overcame bullies, depression, self-harm, neglect so I've been damaged
But I'm finally starting to love myself
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