I remember my dad coming home.
Finding his house a wreck and me alone bleeding out.
He took me straight to the hospital, thinking "how could someone do this".
They bandaged me up but I was too small to get the pieces out.
That's where these pieces will remain for the rest of my life.
They fixed me up like it was nothing and I was sent home.
I wish my dad knew they were still there, no one knows.
