harraser
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- Oct 3, 2001
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Authors note: this is waaaay more information about my past than Id usually give out but I feel its necesarry for some sort of catharsis.once you read this you will know more about my past than almost anyone else so.....be gentle
well here it is.
Im sifting through my mess of memories
trying to find the point where it all went wrong
trying to find the cause of this chain reaction
of fuck up after fuck up thats come to be my life
could it be my very first memory?
could it really have started so young?
on that night when I was three, scared and crying in my bed
coz mum and dad were screaming at each other again
that was the night that dad left
it could have been the nightly beatings I got
from the age of eight unitl I was eleven
when mum finally left her scum-fuck boyfreind
he seemed to enjoy hitting women and children
I'd like to see him try and hit me now
or could it have been the day when I was twelve
in the back of a truck on the way to Sydney
when I was molested by my dads best freind
the only person he'd ever trust with his child
betrayed that trust and destroyed my innocence
maybe it was the effect of all the punishment
I subjected my brain to in the name of "entertainment"
Ive still got the big pink scar from the night I lost it on acid
when I woke up in hospital,covered in blood
the police told me Id assaulted eight people
before punching my arm through a window
maybe it was the alcohol
night after night of drinking till I threw up
beer, vodka, bourbon, rum and anything else I could get my hands on
waking up every morning dreading the phonecall
to tell me what Id said and whose feelings Id hurt this time
It could have been any one of these memories
or any of a million more
but Ive come to realise that hiding behind my pain
and using my past as an excuse for my apathy and anger
is no longer enough to pass off my responsibility
I cant fool myself like this anymore
Some changes have to be made if I want to go on living
and no matter scarry it is to face the unknown
I think its time to take a chance
and let go of my pain.
Im sifting through my mess of memories
trying to find the point where it all went wrong
trying to find the cause of this chain reaction
of fuck up after fuck up thats come to be my life
could it be my very first memory?
could it really have started so young?
on that night when I was three, scared and crying in my bed
coz mum and dad were screaming at each other again
that was the night that dad left
it could have been the nightly beatings I got
from the age of eight unitl I was eleven
when mum finally left her scum-fuck boyfreind
he seemed to enjoy hitting women and children
I'd like to see him try and hit me now
or could it have been the day when I was twelve
in the back of a truck on the way to Sydney
when I was molested by my dads best freind
the only person he'd ever trust with his child
betrayed that trust and destroyed my innocence
maybe it was the effect of all the punishment
I subjected my brain to in the name of "entertainment"
Ive still got the big pink scar from the night I lost it on acid
when I woke up in hospital,covered in blood
the police told me Id assaulted eight people
before punching my arm through a window
maybe it was the alcohol
night after night of drinking till I threw up
beer, vodka, bourbon, rum and anything else I could get my hands on
waking up every morning dreading the phonecall
to tell me what Id said and whose feelings Id hurt this time
It could have been any one of these memories
or any of a million more
but Ive come to realise that hiding behind my pain
and using my past as an excuse for my apathy and anger
is no longer enough to pass off my responsibility
I cant fool myself like this anymore
Some changes have to be made if I want to go on living
and no matter scarry it is to face the unknown
I think its time to take a chance
and let go of my pain.
