I'm 9.
• Written by HbKImperiaL
My position requires the pride,
Of the imminent figures that retired, n' died,
Ignore the truth, for that I am alive,
Inside i'm an object, soft insect, lackin' motor skills,
I've recently overdosed on some chlorophyll,
I'm finna digest piece of the mediocre pills,
A doctor? Nah.
Prescribed by a druggy, who retired n' died,
Like my father n' mother, moment I had arrived,
They decided ta leave me,
In those cold city, that provides you no sheeting,
Life is in jeopardy,
For I have been beaten,
By the rapist,
Not even safe as i'm sleepin,
I swear,
I can feel the pedophiles peepin',
Weepin' fa more, as I sleep in my draws,
Little me, fiddlin da middle of my sheets,
BAM! The window's broke,
pairs of hands are caressin' my throat,
Bein' bashed in da back, gettin' fucked like a goat,
Minutes missin' da clock, My ass filled wit cock,
Pain, blood, Cum Stains,
Help Me! Cant breathe...
It burns, Ease Up! Please.
It Burns It Burns x2
I'm pregnant,
They all missin', ain't puttin' shit in dis segment,
Can't figure who's the father, got raped by a lotta,
batted in da head, durin' dese sessions
Losin' my memories, n' sense of identity,
I'm just an entity, forced in ta eternal torture,
by God because of da fact,
that i'm 9, n' unwillingly a whore.
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HbKImperiaL
Member since July 4 2017