That’s the truth I bleed.
Family dead to me.
Stole from me.
Nothing left but bad memories.
I’ll carry hate for all of you until eternity.
My mother was a coward with a blank stare and a spine gone,
Stood there while the whole damn house kept dying slow.
Too stupid or too weak, maybe both, I don’t care,
Same result either way, she was useless standing there.
Eyes wide open, still she acted like she couldn’t see,
What kind of mother watches wreckage and just lets it be?
She wore the title “mom,” but that shit means nothing now,
A name without a backbone, just a failure in a crowd.
My father was a selfish piece of shit dressed as a man,
Weak soul, weak heart, never had the guts to stand.
Ran off chasing comfort, left his bloodline in the dirt,
That’s not a father, that’s a coward giving trauma out as hurt.
No goodbye, no fight, no honor, no excuse,
Just another fake man picking absence as abuse.
Built another life like he could wash his hands clean,
But all he ever built in me was rage, disgust, and steam.
Then stepfather came in with his father right behind,
Two rotten fucking bastards with the same diseased mind.
Lying, gambling, abusing, neglect and manipulate,
Burning through our lives while my mother participate.
Child molesters, both of them, filth wearing human skin,
The kind of evil that poisons every room it enters in.
They hurt my sister too, left damage no child should bear,
Dragged their sickness through a home and filled the walls with fear.
They didn’t just do harm, they fed on fear and shame,
The kind of sick control that leaves a scar on every name.
Predators in plain sight, hiding rot behind a face,
Turning what should’ve been a home into a cursed and broken place.
Not men, not fathers, not anything worth respect,
Just filth that left destruction and a lifetime of neglect.
They took from kids for pleasure, left disgust in every breath,
And turned a family name into a sentence worse than death.
My uncle got to me before I even hit that age,
Before I grew first hairs where his sickness got engaged.
That’s how early it was, that’s how rotten it began,
Grown men taking pieces from a boy who couldn’t understand.
I can accept the fact you are gay, that never was the crime,
But touching on a child is where you crossed the line for life.
I expose you for what you are, a filthy child molester,
A sickness in a man’s skin, a name that should disgust forever.
What you did was dirty as hell, and it still lives in me,
A stain that never leaves, carved into my history.
You left your rot inside my life, your filth inside my sleep,
And I’ll say exactly what you are for everyone to see.
Family… dead to me… nothing but a curse to me,
A house full of devils… stitched into my history.
Blood don’t make it love… blood can be the enemy,
Family… dead to me… that’s all they’ll ever be.
Voices in my head… screaming what they made of me,
Fake smiles, cold eyes… hiding all the misery.
I was just a child… they turned pain to legacy,
Family… dead to me… that’s the truth I bleed.
My sister had it hardest once they threw me from the way,
After I was gone, those sick fucks had free play.
Years later when I heard it, truth drove straight through my chest,
And I still blame myself for not seeing you got the worst of it.
Believe me, I am sorry you didn’t have your brother stay,
And I hate that when you needed me, I still had to walk away.
So let me make this clear, my sister, I had to cut you out,
Not because I never loved you, but I can’t drag that pain around.
Seeing you brings back that house, all the fear, all the shame,
So I cut the whole bloodline off just to break from all the pain.
Getting kicked out saved me, that’s the darkest fucking truth,
’Cause that house was worse than lockup, and I knew it even then.
When the streets or a cell feel kinder than your home,
That tells you everything about the blood that raised you wrong.
I blame them for this life, for every wound I drag,
For the rage that fills my chest, for the poison that I have.
They turned a child to armor, turned a heart into a grave,
And I’ll hate them till I’m dead for the man their horror made.
I can forgive the world, I can forgive my enemies,
But I will never forgive you for what you made of me.
Let everybody else heal, let everybody else find peace,
But I’ll hate you all forever for the hell you put in me.
That’s the truth I bleed.
Family dead to me.
Stole from me.
Nothing left but bad memories.
I’ll carry hate for all of you until eternity.
