Empty handed pt1

Empty handed pt. 1

Sorry I don't pray every day

But hunger pains drives me crazy

Never thought dying was a great idea

Until I wasn't able to keep down my reality

I think about the past

And hope my future catch-up

This prayer isn't a plead for forgiveness

Instead i hope to speed the process up

Either kill me now or make me rich

But some way I'm getting away from this

I come from a family of drugs

I was born high but I can't seem to climb my way up

I keep my head and my knees tuck

To keep my stomach from talking to the public

If they not willing to hear me why should they listen to my belly

During the night I feel chills go down my spine

I thought it was the father of death to tell me it's my time

Instead it's the holes in my shirt to remind me I'm alone

The bridges give me shade and the trash keeps me warm

Please oh please make a decision

If I wake up tomorrow I expect to be in a home

Not still lying on the floor

The rats live better than me

They can Escape the puddles

And plus they act as a family

While my family not willing to help me

Not sure if they are in heaven which is why I don't talk to them

I'll go anywhere where people will love me.