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
Im still here trust Beautiful,
In those eyes Im still Worthless
In this time Im still beating my battle
My addictin is My Drug I trust My Own
family and evan when clean they throug me out
Like it was Nothing.
theres still alot of streangth left in me.
But she took my blue eye babys boys away