If you really knew his story It’s looking gorey 

Knew the abuse

The moments he feels he has no use

He looks to the day he gets the mail

And sees his father died in a cell

Why the fuck do I have this name

Is it a reminders game

All he has ever had walked away

That’s why he can’t stay

Pain can still find more hurt

Treated like dirt

He is self powered self made

Now he is making the grade

Days have come of six figures

Brains still pulling triggers

Just hoping to live for the day

That he can wave at the demons as they go Away

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