hard life
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Somewhere along the lines, I have changed
I’m not my normal self anymore
I let people stick a finger in my face
Tell me I’m no good
And when things get hard
I look for something to blame
Dear Ibuku,
How thankful I am for you.
You gave me love and you gave me care,
Gave me the Word of God and love for prayer.
Ive been treated with fake love since day 1
the just loved the baby side of me
I was born with short term memory and they didn't want to tell me
knowing that could've helped
instead they lied to me
I m awaken by the shots
bamm bamm
i walk outside to see him dead in his own blood
his eyes looking up at me
like he want to tell me something
then i see it
Her eyes,Melting away,Into sadness,Into decay,People who,Describe her look,May say she's undecided,But not a crook,When she rises early in the morning,She makes no sound,
Rusty bricks painted by graffiti.
Lit neon flickered—
Quick Draw! ATM Inside!
Steam rose out of street grates
as if it were ghostly fingers come to carry sinners below.
The sign posted—
Do you know what it's like
To be an outcast
Caught somewhere between
Wanting to fit in
But not will to be
One of them?
