My Pain
I know me saying this isn't right
But it's how I feel
I really want to end my life
Yes I am for real
I really hate living here
But where am I going to go
The people I live with doesn't care
Plus they think I'm a ho
I've been attacked many times
Mentally, physically, and emotionally
They mess with my body and mind
And it makes me lonely
I can't love
And they won't let me be Loved
I pray to God above
That I will live to Love
Sooner or later
I'm going to be killed
By a man whose me number one hater
He has a heart that is chilled
I think he's angry because I fell in Love
And the person actually Loves me back
I think he's angry because my Love will do anything you think of
This man wouldn't be such a hater if he still smoked crack
I really hate living here
But where am I going to go
The people I live with doesn't care
And they think I'm a ho
I know me saying this isn't right
But it's how I feel
I really want to end my life
Yes I am for real
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