My Pain

My Pain Was Caused By Others That Chose To Leave .

My Father Was Barely There It Seem 

Like He Chose Tha Streets Over Me ,

And I Lived Wit My Mama , Abused ...

So Sometimes I’d Cry Scared And Confused ..

Ima Stop There Cause Y’all Can’t Feel My Pain

Scars And Blood On My Wrists 

And All She Did Was Label Me Insane ..

Words Came Out Her Mouth , 

She Said 

“ I Don’t Care If You’d Die The Next Day “

I Looked At Her Crazy Like “ That’s Really 

What You Gotta Say ? “ 

“ So You Wouldn’t Care If You Woke Up Hearing

“ R.i.p To My Name “

“ You Wouldn’t Care If 

They Woulda Carried Me Around  On A Shirt All Day?! “

Tears All In My Eyes Like Damn Ma That Really Hurt 

She Really Said Wouldn’t Care If Her Daughter Was 

Carried Around On A Shirt.. 

Imma Stop There Cus Y’all Can’t Feel My Pain 

But Imma Keep My Head Up Cause Without Pain

There’s No Gain..

But Yeah That’s My Story 

Im Jus Glad I Survived Another Day. 

 

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Me
My family
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Jan Wienen

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