My conception was non-consensual,

and it came burdened with doubts and despair.

With stress and tensions insurmountable,

my family shattered beyond repair.

A clumsy accident when I was six

brought epileptic damage to my brain.

Years of seizures, survived with many nicks,

rendered “Normal” impossible to gain.

Trapped in Hell waiting for my luck to turn

since suicide wouldn't do any good.

It'd be better if I'd never been born,

but it's what it is giving all I could.

If everything happens for a reason,

then maybe my true Life hasn't begun.