My hands are cold. I do not feel bold. Part of me is enjoying every moment of my life right now. Another part of me is saying get me out of here. I just want it to be a dream, for what it seems. What's wrong with me? Why can't I please some, I truly want to please? My lips are swollen, I feel beaten to a bloody pulp,. When will this end? Is there a way our? To move out, I don't think so even though part of me truly wants to. I have no money, no phone, and I have no clue when that is going to change, but I have God, and his mission for me. Women in the inner city, their children, and a quest of purity. Growth, I don't worry, I just pray, God will make it all ok. The future is something to ponder. What city, what boy to accompany me?Where am I going, am I staying? I am tired and I want a nap. Questions of boys in my life, sexuality? no it can't be, can it? Where is one, and where is another one going? I am thankful that, that is all, but I hope it's enough, idk . . .
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