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There goes my baby


The only thing I'm good at is being banged in bed sheets over the head Bodies touch emotions would rush but there's none No passion no good reason or ration Just for money to blow, a high rate hoe Fuck guys for bank Say fuck it go to parites to drank but being frank Only reason I do it is to have my mind go blank Blank away the pain Blank away the tears And the depression that's been haunting me for years Drink away my wrongs Bitch take off that thong But I'm more than that Guess i'm just not brave enough Wanna rid the lust and stop saying the bluff that I'm okay That I'm alright Truth is I'm far from it. Best friend and lover only few months but it was like no other But knowing me I smothered so obsessively Dad was a drunk so I jumped at anyone who said they would take care of me. Unborn baby girl small hands and feet Never got to see a day or have mommy put her to sleep No big deal he said its not even a baby Baby I said who are you to say? But he was my all soon did I fall for his laugh, his charm and his wit The guy who thinks he can't handle this kid For his future I made the decision Signed shitloads of papers and sooner or later was questioning my religion Would she make it to heaven? My little angel who I came to love, I cried the night before, held my belly and called help to above Please let this be a dream I cried, but the next morning I was on an IV lied on the cold metal Nurse held me down so I could settle Blackness appeared my heart felt sheared Every time my eyes opened during I tried screaming 'dont!'. But everytime i tried nothing could get out of my throat. Not a whimper, nor a squeak. That was when i felt the most weak. There goes my baby I thought There goes my baby And every day I think about you baby Who you would've looked like, me or your daddy been a quiet kid or been kinda chatty There's so many things I wonder it puts me under, under sadness; the blues Keep on thinking about little cute shoes I'd buy if you were still mine. You would've met me last month, right near valentines day, and you know mommy would've been your valentine because you're mine and baby trust I love you like no other. These are the hardships of a wouldve been mother.
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alexusbcu17
You spoke to me with this poem its awesome

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