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Not everything is built to last
So let's craft the best home we can
It's easy to understand
How true this can be
So I have to ask for you to trust me
When you can't trust yourself
Do your best
And I'll do mine
Let's do more than just **** time
Let's make it worth while
I'm not here for a long while, but I'm going to share it with as many as I can
Hotels were meant
For trouble
Just make it double
Or triple
Well, You get the point
Women who are barely making it
Hooking for money to provide for their three children
Women who are stripping
To make ends meet
I can't even imagine how low they feel
But they're human to me
I wish they'd have it easier
That's all i have to say to that
I'd get their attention
They do not need to reward me
No, not like that
They just need to take the money and run
I'm doing you a favor
I'm not doing this to get something out of it
I'm doing it so you and your kids have something to eat tonight.
Not a personal experience but i would do this if the chance came up. I'm not going to shame them, just hope that they get out of it at some point and not put themselves through such excessive danger and vulnerability to diseases.
No more waiting
No more tomorrows
No more isolation
No more open sorrow
No more of the deception
You have to come out if your own hell some time
Didn't I punish myself enough?
I can handle more than most
But I'm quite tired of being in this situation
Where I'm looking outside but can't open the door
And everyone is having fun except me
That's how I generally feel here.
Constantly feeling like I belong in a trap
Surrounded by drugs and rap
And people who don't give a crap
How did I turn out alright?
I'm honestly confused
I guess I'm very strong
My persistence seeps through
And it sticks like glue
Where before it came off
Oh have the times have changed
I could of been another drug addict but I won't be
I made the choice to survive and persist
The demons at bay can insist
But I'm Satan's cyst
With the flick of the wrist
I can create enough mist
To make the wind twist
And flourish the oxygen we breathe.
I'm just another
Hostage to the sadness
I'm just another
Soul to be ravaged
By the disgusting hands of depression
Neurons dissipate
From the taxing thoughts of displeasure
Would never want anyone to endure it
It's a maze that takes years to get through and finish
Don't let your chance of solving it diminish.
Excessive their remarks are
Excessive their successes are
For now
Slow and steady wins the race
You're definitely not a disgrace
Just finish your race
Leave the chaos to be all over the place
That's its usual state
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