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