Lost Girl
Every thing lost
nothing to be found
lost my child to the lord
and my lover to a whore
gotta watch mommy and daddy
the only thing they found were pillls
spiraling into addiction, and i cant fix it
Giving up is easy
bound to the chain of depression
I have my own confessions
im a fuck up
a product of a beautiful disaster
i feel like im dead inside
breaking more everyday
down on my knees
praying to god… PLEASE GUIDE ME
I all i want is to quit breathing
I cant take it, ill never make it
following a white line of temptaion
right down the path of self destruction
tearing myself apart from the inside out
Just a little lost girl searching for a way out..
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