Final Dayz

by ~*Sad Girl*~   Jun 11, 2005


Every night I sit and pray,
And ask God why my life has to be this way.
Constant hurt everyday,
Knowing how I'm living I'll soon pay.
Everyday getting high,
Praying today isn't the day I die.
Knowing what I do is wrong,
Hiding my weakness by saying I'm strong.
Inside I'm still a little girl,
On the outside being a gangbanger to survive in this world.
My family is disappointed in me,
They never told me I could be anything I wanted to be.
But I'm so stubborn I can't see,
I realize I'm a disgrace to this family.
Don't cry for me no more,
Don't let your tears pour.
I'm not gonna be nothing,
Not even in my dreams.
So I'll continue in my ways,
Hoping I'm not living my final days...

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