Growing Up

Growing up was really hard for me,

Watching mom shoot up till she sleeps.

Asking about her bruises that he'd leave,

Listening to the lies she thinks I believe.

Gotta protect my sister and brothers,

Watch the drugs slowly kill my mother.

Broken doors and unseen tears,

All the nights I pressed my hands over Eisley's ears.

Those sticks and stones sure broke my bones,

The hurt and screams I called my home.

Yes growing up was hard for me,

Though that's what shaped the women I came to be.