Darkness got me

Yeah…

This ain’t just pain, it’s the whole truth…

My story’s written in graves and ghosts…

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I remember the night like a scar in my mind,

Mama went missin’, no trace, no sign.

Days turned to weeks, weeks into years,

Still no body, just questions and tears.

Deep down I know somebody took her away,

Left her somewhere dark where the light don’t stay.

No goodbye, no grave, just a wound in my chest,

And a fire in my soul that won’t let me rest.

Then my father passed — man, that shattered my core,

Two parents gone, I couldn’t take any more.

And the ones that were left, my own blood kin,

Turned their backs like I’d never been.

Aunt and uncle closed the door on my grief,

No hug, no call, no sign of belief.

Lost my family, my friends, every name turned ghost,

Just me and my demons, and I feared them most.

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The darkness almost got me,

Took my mama away from me,

Took my father and the rest of my peace,

But their voices in my heart won’t let me leave.

The darkness almost got me,

But somehow it set me free,

Every tear that I’ve cried made the chains break loose,

Now the pain’s still here… but I still choose me.

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Homeless nights with the cold in my bones,

No roof above, just streets for a home.

Talkin’ to the moon like it might talk back,

Prayin’ for a sign just to keep me on track.

Mind full of war, suicidal thoughts near,

Devil in my ear sayin’ “End it right here.”

But I thought of my parents and the love they gave,

And the fight they’d want me to take to the grave.

Even when my stomach ached, even when hope slipped,

I held on with bloody hands and a busted grip.

Every night was a test, every day was a war,

And somehow I found strength I ain’t felt before.

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The darkness almost got me,

Took my mama away from me,

Took my father and the rest of my peace,

But their voices in my heart won’t let me leave.

The darkness almost got me,

But somehow it set me free,

Every tear that I’ve cried made the chains break loose,

Now the pain’s still here… but I still choose me.

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I carry the graves in the lines of my face,

Every loss I’ve known, I keep in its place.

I don’t forgive the ones who turned away,

But I thank ‘em — ‘cause they made me this way.

You can bury my hope, try to kill my flame,

But I’ll rise again and I’ll speak their names.

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Mama, if you’re out there, I hope you hear me now,

And Dad, I hope you’re proud of the man somehow.

I’ve walked through hell with no map, no guide,

But I’m still here, and I’m still alive.

To my aunt and uncle, your silence was loud,

But I built my strength from being left out.

To the friends who left when the dark came through,

The light I found — it wasn’t thanks to you.

I’m a storm in the night, a survivor by birth,

Proof you can lose it all and still find your worth.

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The darkness almost got me,

Took my m