Self-Inflicted
Unchecked Trauma sometimes leads to Self-Destruction

Chorus:
When you-
Spend so much time,
Inside a hole,
Lost and alone,
Suffocating, From depressive smoke,
Cause Lord knows-
You can’t be open with the ones at home,
You on your own,
Your mental health,
They think that shits a joke,
But she tried—
She said- There things, I feel I should know,
Shit started under control,
Anger took over the home,
Because- Back then,
Shit got swept under the rug- Non Existent,
She tried to break that curse,
I swear-
She tried to be different…
Verse 1:
Dear Mama-
It’s me,
It’s your baby boy talkin’, (Nah nah nah)
This is the man that you raised talkin’,
Way too often, the smile worn on your face-
It wasn’t genuine,
Pretending just to get through the day,
And I remember that night,
That pain almost took you away,
Eavesdropping,
I heard the glass, crash and break,
My heart sank,
As I rushed in the room- You had been consumed by your self-hate,
And that look, expressed on your face-
That’s something I can’t undo,
I pinned you against the wall,
As your blood ran down my arm,
And I’m thinkin’- Damn, this can’t be the way, I lose my mom,
So imagine,
You was the adolescent,
Seeing the one parent you’ve been blessed with,
Be drowned by a dark presence,
And feel helpless,
That’s when you—
Chorus
Fall Inside a hole,
Lost and alone,
Suffocating, From depressive smoke,
Cause Lord knows-
You can’t be open with the ones at home,
You on your own,
Your mental health,
They think that shits a joke,
My nigga said—
Bro relax,
You probably just need some smoke,
Take a few more shots,
I’ll promise it’ll help you cope,
Because- Back then,
Shit got swept under the rug- Non Existent,
I couldn’t break that curse,
I swear- I couldn’t be different…
Verse 2:
Dear Daughters- It’s me,
It’s your father speaking,
If it wasn’t for you,
I swear to God- I wouldn’t be breathin’,
I won’t lie-
I was in a vulnerable place,
Obsessed with tryna be great,
I started cuttin’, just to release weight,
From mine- And everyone around me mistakes,
So, when they keep tryna throw that shit in my face,
Man I just smile and say-
I done paid for my sins bitch, (Have you?)
I done paid for my sins bitch, (Have you?)
I done paid for my sins bitch,
The sun don’t rise and set around you,
Girls-
Your futures are what I think about, In all that I do
So, if you ask me- I'm going to tell you the truth,
I’m not perfect-
I don’t have all the answers,
I’m still learning with you,
But- I want to thank y'all,
For seeing something inside of me,
The man- That felt like a lie to me,
Is finally-
Who I’ve turned out to be,
Cause-
When I fell inside that hole-
I was- Lost and Alone,
Inhaling depressive smoke,
Cause Lord knows-
I couldn’t be open with the ones at home,
I was- Left on my own,
And my mental health took a toll,
Now, it don’t matter,
If they believe in me,
Or they don’t,
I’ve found peace in my soul,
Now I’m-
Reaching my goals,
Cause when she pointed at my scars,
Asking- How’d you get it?
I told her-
That these were self-inflicted,
Because back then-
Shit got swept under the rug, non-existent,
And to break that curse, man-
Y'all just gotta be different,
Forreal…
Self-
It’s a musical journey through self-healing and rediscovery.
Self-
Is about reflection. It’s about seeing and acknowledging your shortcomings.
Self-
Is a look in the mirror and an internal conversation.
From Self-Infliction to Self-Medication, each song highlights the struggles and obstacles of reinventing oneself.
Positive reassurance. Uncensored honesty. It’s a way to turn pain into triumph. To take control of the narrative…
Self-
Is a commitment to becoming the person you envision NOT the person you are expected to be.
When you look in the mirror… Who do you see?
In life, it’s all about learning… So, you must ask yourself, are you ready to move forward?
I believe in you!
Believe in yourself! You are not alone 🖤
✍🏾 June 27, 2022
About the Creator
Donnie Barlow
Screenwriter | Author | Poet | Father
King of the Pirates, Demogorgon Killer, and The People’s Champion (Sorry Rock)
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Comments (3)
I started sobbing halfway through this. This is so real, so heartfelt, so beautiful.
Telling it and keeping it real. Your song is so from the heart. So much sorrow everywhere, lift us all up...lift us all up. Love it.
After reading, I love your writing style. It’s truth, honesty, that in your face unforgiving moment, and it’s showing the world that mental illness is REAL! Keep doing what you enjoy.