godly

Why do I do this to myself imma end up on catfish fr

Why do you have to sell me to those mean old men?
          They cut me up in places
          I don't even understand,
          It's normalcy to me, but how will my friends understand?
          I'm five years old,
          Sleepin' with a million men.

Mama sold me for candy. And I was ruined from the start. 

Don't touch me. I'm fragile. I'm bitter in my heart. 
          

Not this time. No not this time. 

Now I'm stuck with me nightmares of me accepting rough love. 

All the other boys left me cause I wasn't good enough. 

Not this time. 

And all your sick little brain craved was to see me cry.

All the other boys wanted was to gaze in my eyes.