Shame on me for trusting you.

It felt like me just ripping that paper

up because the word that were on that

paper were not worth my time or my

worth of saying out loud, because

I’m still here trust Beautiful.

In those eyes I’m still worthless

In this time I’m still beating my battle

my addiction is my drug I trust my own

family and even when clean they throw me out

like it was nothing.

There’s still a lot of strength left in me.

But she took my blue-eyed baby boys away

from me.