What A Life

I thought that you were proud of me.

Those races I ran were hard.

When I was born, I had all the freedom.

When I was two, you sent me to a racing auction.

I ran faster than I ever would run in my life.

I watched as other horses. broke down with broken legs and bursting hearts, literally.

I was scared and all you wanted was money.

When you got what you wanted I was gone.

I was trained at a young age.

On my first racing day, you put drugs into me that made me feel high and way too excited.

When I reared you slapped me.

Know who's the one that's responsible for My behaviour?

I lost my first race, you expected me to win.

For years that's all I did.

I slept, ate, and then ran around a track.

I did that very day for eight years.

Now, my feet ache, my legs are always throbbing, and the corners of my mouth is cracked.

"He's useless." was the last thing you said about me.

After all I did for you, winning all of those races.

Now I'm hurt, worthless, and in your mind your next dinner.

Because you made me hurt with all of the drugs you put in me and the way you worked me.

I can't feel great about being retired.

I can't go to a home because I'm miserable and in great deals of pain.

Just give me one more shot, then my suffering will end.

Please don't send me to those bloody stalls of my dead friends.

I don't deserve this.

If yo u had treated me better I could retire in a green pasture, with a little girl on my back.

Someone who's been wanting a horse for many years.

What did I ever do to you?

This a race horses life. They do this for 6 to 7 years and then they are slaughtered because of injuries from racing and I'm pretty sure that the drugs they give them has something to do with it. Become a horse activist with me and help stop the slaughter of horses (race horses, mustangs) and save them from the horrors they have to go through.