Words damage unable to manage.
stopped in tracks of past facts.
hit in the face with volume that bass.
tones of voices left with no choices.
left Lonely,no one will think they own me!
fought for my freedom, cried over my wisdom..
learning the truth was my proof.
I left that Mark, that bite was definitely bigger than the bark.
standing stronger, I could not take it any longer.
your weapon was talking mine became walking…
the pain stains…