Isn’t your childhood supposed to be the happiest part of your life?

I can’t remember a time, a good time with no fights, that doesn’t involve crime, one that seemed a little bright.

I’m trying to think back, to see a smile on my face, but because of it i’m an insomniac, and a bit of a mental case.

It’s caused me to be traumatised, and a suicide survivor, to that are you surprised, do you think that i’m a liar.

Can you guess what I’m talking about, a time i don’t remember any good, bet you didn’t figure it out, well i’m talking about my childhood.