To Sell My Self

You sell yourself on the streets and all you get is deeper cuts and the stuff you don't need like a baby or two and stds…
You sell your body
To make some money
Your friends take control of you
You your cuts deeper every night
You sleep all day
Work all night
You want some time to your self
You to get high like the rest of you friends
But your to busy every night
And when you get home
You make a cut for every time
You sold yourself that day
When finally your world comes to an end
When you get fed up with the lies
And find out that your pregnant you live for
9 more months and then you take your life on the night you baby died in labor because
Her lungs and heart did not work
You held you dead baby
As you took a razors and stuck it through you heart
You right on you arm her names was heaven
And that is where we will meet
@ live forever in harmony

By Paige Jack
Published: 9/7/2007
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