No one told me,

That surviving,

Was like seeing blind,

With no clear direction,

Mistakes on every turn,

Stumbling after something,

And almost always lost.

I was never taught,

Just how to simply guide myself,

Left with walls I cannot see,

People tripping me right and left,

Cheering when I fall.

Never was I taught,

That living,

Was like listening deaf,

Not able to hear the warning calls,

Or my heart scream in pain,

Only vibrations informing me of the yells.

There was no guide by me,

When I was thrown out into the world,

No matter how loud I shout,

Zero voices echoed back,

I was stranded in the dark,

Not being able to catch my breath.