rushed poems

poor baby

tw: pills, drugs, suicide

oh daddy, does it break your heart
to see your poor baby end it all?
scream all you want, your voice fades out
shithead, you don't know nothing 'bout life
broke your vows a thousand times
mind your business and i'll mind mine

is your poor baby scaring you deep?
can't shove her away no more
have to take pink pills to sleep
cuz you called her mama a whore
poor stinkbaby with round pink pills
eight stick n pokes, cleaning round ink spills
tried to raise her good, the drugs will kill
shut it
-kuura