

A broken childhoodPills scattered across the floor, Mother lies dreaming of what once was. Father left,A broken childhood
brother died. Too young to know of the chaos around me. I gaze into your glazed eyes.
The sparkle that once was no longer shines.
Why do you lay there for hours? Why don't you smile and hug me? So far from yesterday. I look at the empty bottles that litter my playpen.
My diaper remains filthy,
my stomach and heart empty.
I cry as you take your last breath. Never knowing what love was. I am alone.
| What is there to say? I like art. I love to take pics. I am weird and most of the time so is the stuff i put up. lol I like to have fun and make people laugh. Peace out girl scout |
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A Little Taste of Heaven ...
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Courtney Rose
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Courtney Rose
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articles: [link]
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