uh im in my emotions no food in the crib we had to drink lotion i was only 2 when i started smoking it was the only way to cope being broken i asked my mom for a hug and she smacked me no windows on the crib i used to be ashy no toothpaste my teeth used to look like some taxis and you still wondering why i was unhappy nobody likes me they hope that i die my preacher tried to drown me when i was baptized if you look closely the pain in my eyes