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

from Me