a text about how awful life can be for someone.....
please don't wake up.
Coz when you're sleeping,
mom sucks some cocks.
She needs the money
you need some food
she's only trying to make your childhood good
your so called daddy
he was a pig,
he raped your mommy
and made her big
after nine months,
a baby come out
That girl was you,
Mom didn't know what to do.
At your first birthday
Mom had smoked pot
She was so wasted
And puked a lot
You were so hungry
She didn't know
Coz she had a costumer
needing a blow
at your fourth birthday
Mom cried real bad,
She had no presents,
And that made her sad
You understood,
Of course you got blue,
But you went to bed
And cried in there instead
When you were eight
You got a new dad.
he was paedophile
treated you bad
mom was in love
and he gave her drugs
but she didn't notice the exaggerated hugs
when you were twelve
your mom got locked up
nobody made the abusing stop
They tried to speak,
But scared you ran away
And then your "dad" told them
That you were okay.
When you were thirteen
"dad" was still there.
he did still fuck you
and made you swear,
never to tell about what he did
you poor little kid
lord knows what else he did.
Your mom got shot
One day at the mall,
Just cause she forgot to make up a call.
a dealer was her murderer,
Everyone knew,
Since you were there with her;
Especially you
The first time ever
You sold yourself,
Was when you were fourteen
In your own bed
You were a minor
He was a stud
When the hour was gone,
Surprisingly He paid you really good
When you got sixteen,
Changes was made,
People they noticed
That you where afraid
They took you away,
and filled you with drugs,
but they didn't know that what you needed was hugs.
Your short life ended
When you where eighteen.
Nobody knew you or where you had been,
They found you naked,
Murdered then raped,
The evidence told us you've tried to escape.
Sleep little baby,
an endless quiet sleep.
We know that you've had sex with many old creeps.
Never again, now your going to rest.
The journey is over, I think that this is the best.
Poetry by lajla
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Written on 2005-09-09 at 21:24
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Sleep little baby
Sleep little baby,please don't wake up.
Coz when you're sleeping,
mom sucks some cocks.
She needs the money
you need some food
she's only trying to make your childhood good
your so called daddy
he was a pig,
he raped your mommy
and made her big
after nine months,
a baby come out
That girl was you,
Mom didn't know what to do.
At your first birthday
Mom had smoked pot
She was so wasted
And puked a lot
You were so hungry
She didn't know
Coz she had a costumer
needing a blow
at your fourth birthday
Mom cried real bad,
She had no presents,
And that made her sad
You understood,
Of course you got blue,
But you went to bed
And cried in there instead
When you were eight
You got a new dad.
he was paedophile
treated you bad
mom was in love
and he gave her drugs
but she didn't notice the exaggerated hugs
when you were twelve
your mom got locked up
nobody made the abusing stop
They tried to speak,
But scared you ran away
And then your "dad" told them
That you were okay.
When you were thirteen
"dad" was still there.
he did still fuck you
and made you swear,
never to tell about what he did
you poor little kid
lord knows what else he did.
Your mom got shot
One day at the mall,
Just cause she forgot to make up a call.
a dealer was her murderer,
Everyone knew,
Since you were there with her;
Especially you
The first time ever
You sold yourself,
Was when you were fourteen
In your own bed
You were a minor
He was a stud
When the hour was gone,
Surprisingly He paid you really good
When you got sixteen,
Changes was made,
People they noticed
That you where afraid
They took you away,
and filled you with drugs,
but they didn't know that what you needed was hugs.
Your short life ended
When you where eighteen.
Nobody knew you or where you had been,
They found you naked,
Murdered then raped,
The evidence told us you've tried to escape.
Sleep little baby,
an endless quiet sleep.
We know that you've had sex with many old creeps.
Never again, now your going to rest.
The journey is over, I think that this is the best.
Poetry by lajla
Read 612 times
Written on 2005-09-09 at 21:24
Tags Sadness
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