I hit up rock bottom once.
I had no where else to go..
Almost got shot, my mind was so flow.,
my oh so called team. The family of scream ...
the mom made of mess
the daughter of stress,.
step dad did the beatin ,
For his own reason.
I still don't get why he enjoyed making us cry.
when he would hit he just would not quit
making her watch , me on my last notch...
even at four I was pushed to the floor.
once i was eleven I ran for the door,
All from this point I've looked up to a joint .
my new way ,
has bin lit. Nd bin fit.
I look forward to a smile,
Bin alone for the longest of miles,
I was a child created of wiled
I take in stories most made taste so mild.,
YOU made my mothers thaughts and made me be lost ,
I'm not a little girl I'm a devilchild
You say,!
That's why I been on my way