Baby

I'm lying half asleep, 
in a bed to small to support my aching body.
thinking.
about nightmares coming true
and questions I'm too lazy to find the answers to. 
how can a useless, helpless, harmless infant be called
baby
and so can a woman,
to young,
just to see 
she's only being used?

 
Vibes

emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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