Entered the world, unbeknown to what awaited me. Innocence in every breathe that I took, every word that I spoke, every look from my deep brown eyes.
Awaiting the day that somebody takes me as their own, from the rotting cells that is Known as hell.
Ten years later, I wake to the scent of rot, second nature now. I thought I was pretty, I thought I'd be worth it, but thought and is, are two different things.
This is my world, like a lost bird, an orphan I am, an orphan with no fam.
Now 18, and kicked out of here, this place I called home, this place I was from. Discarded like the crust of bread, no shelter and heart to be mend.
This is my world, like a lost bird, an orphan I am, an orphan with no fam.
Drugs, prostitution, theft and abortion. It’s what I've become, it's what I am.
With nothing to live for, and no one to live for, I fall into pieces just like a breadcrumb.
Forgotten, dissolute. Existing.
A struggle it will be, for just a short while, and then into the deep sea, I will thrive beneath, and in heaven I will be, at peace, happy. Appreciated.
Maybe in my next life, a breadcrumb is what I will eat.
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