Lock-Down MillionaireA Poem by JessikaEndsleyThis is a subject in my life I really never discuss.I don't know how to play and I don't know how to feel That might have something to do with these pills I don't know how to add and I don't know how to count So they wrote me off as super smart somehow
Empty eyed bloody wrist Southern heir Credit card minimized lock-down millionaire I come from the stock market There's tinfoil on the windows but I still can't sleep Nobody cares about the budget I keep I can't say I care.
I don't know how to work and I don't know how to love You don't know who you just took that photo of I don't know how to sleep and I don't know how to eat So they locked me up and I cut my wrist with the key
Empty eyed bloody wrist Southern heir Credit card minimized lock-down millionaire I come from the stock market There's tinfoil on the windows but I still can't sleep Nobody cares about the budget I keep I can't say I care.
© 2013 JessikaEndsleyAuthor's Note
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Added on May 5, 2013 Last Updated on May 5, 2013 Tags: cutting, money, millionaire, drugs, anorexia, upper middle class Author
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