An oldie..:)

I was only five years old
choppin' wood with my old man
He got upset cause I was movin' slow
and he cut off my right hand
It wasn't too long after that
I left home with my mom
We rented a hotel room
Where she serviced all her 'johns'

My old man tracked us down one night
Took a gun up to our place
He shot my mama dead
Then turned and shot me in the face
The cops they hunted daddy down
And me, well I survived
I didn't look that pretty
but I was glad to be alive.

I spent my youth in foster homes
Some good and others bad
No one seemed to want a kid
without a face and just one hand
One time I took a bullys' dare
And laid down across the tracks
Well, the train it mangled my left leg
while all the kids just laughed

But the thing that hurt the most
Was when my leg had been removed
I was dropped off at my foster home
It was empty, they had moved
I don't believe in God no more
And Jesus never helped
That's all a bunch of nonsense
My life's been a living hell

I sit alone with my memories
No face - One leg - One hand
Writing poetry for all you folks
Who think you got it bad

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Edwin Dante Larson