Wounded For the Wrong Cause
In the limelight of my unhappy life; As I take a look at myself on a day to day basis, I say to myself; Kenny you are only the product of your past, you are still caring the wounds of yesterday...you are not so healthy. Kenny, I say; you’re wounded for the wrong cause.
You’re wounded and resentful from abuse as a child on the account of your father and his alcoholism addiction. Wounds that you kept deep, deep inside, wounds that drained your life without a cause.
Then, I go on to say; You have wounds that don’t heal and wounds that hurts every time the very one’s who say they love you...abuse you mentally, physically, verbally has broken you down with threats and now, you live a life with nightmares of today; memories from the past and present, that we all wants to forget.
Into this present life I am living without having a life. I see myself dying day by day. Who cares, who love me for me (no one, just words they speak). Here I am dying in the present and living in the past.
If you don’t know me by now you will never, never know me, for I’ve been wounded for the wrong cause.
I attempted to overcome my past, but the horror of my nightmares strangled me day and night. If you only knew what the trauma of those who abused you, and the trauma of a war that won’t end, you’re always fearful and living in agony until the ending of your days. Now you know me! For I’ve been wounded for the wrong caused.
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