Nov 15, 2005 10:12
I prayed to God for cocaine
As an inoccent girl I sat
Crouching behind the maroon colored sofa
Listening to their angry words echo
Off the walls of that broken home
Stuck inside
A stereotypical cliche
Of a family no more
I'm not going to lie
I held that wooden crucifix between my tiny fingers
And prayed to God that he wouldn't hit her
Then somewhere along the interestates and highways
Railroad tracks
Friends lost and days past
I grew up
As we all did
And as we all learned
The trials and tribulations
Of our daily living
Our daily bread
(which you should thank the lord for by the way)
This time as a young woman I wept
On my knees in desperation
Feeling the effects take a toll
On my broken body of systems
Stuck within
The deadly grasp of the Coca plant
That grows upon His devine earth
I'm not going to lie
I held that 14 karat crucifix between my tainted fingers
And I prayed to God for cocaine
.. Anyway. Hi kids. Doin' good. Wish the world would stop spinning and taking me for a whim.. Been really sick lately. I wish I would just die and end it all sometimes cause I can't move my body. Or, I just curl up on my friend Briams lap and sleep until I wake up 15 minutes later cause he moved his leg. How irritating.. Anyway. The love of my life is gone. Oh well. I should have seen it comming. Bite me. Hm. Bye.