I'm Broken
It's dark I'm cold
I see no future I see nothing left for me in this world
How did I get to this point
Was it the emptiness that I feel
Or was it the phone call I got from my mother
Saying she never wanted me
Or was watching my sister get shot at the age of 9 and holding her while she died
Or was it having my mom sell me for sex at the age of 5
What would make me feel this way well I don't know
All I know is that I can't do it I'm crying out for help
please help me, because i don't think I can make it
I'm broken I'm shattered
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