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With the words of hate that fill with fear

I know I'm on my own in life my dear

Family, is it blood or those how care?

If it is only blood then mine is a fare



Its been full of hate and pain and lack of trust

My dad said he loved me every time before he made me eat dust

My relatives said the same before they left me for dead

Now my only reason I’m still in the family wishes the worst



What did I ever do to them?

I never asked to be with them

I've always wished it wasn’t so

That someone would take me away



My blood is dirty and ruined

My blood is filled with lies and impurity

My eyes are deceived, they are not apart of me

My head is filled with voices telling me to hurt me



And yet, with knife at my arm

I drop it and cause no harm

I remember my friends and how much I love them

And it hits me like a fist against my brain



Family is not your blood, nor those who say they are with lies

It is those who you think of when all else lays

It is those who you depend on every day

The ones most important in your lives



Your friends