Wishing well

I feel like I’m at the bottom of a wishing well I used all my coins so I’m wishing with my clothes and my dreams while I’m climbing to the top 
Wishing well
I’m climbing and climbing 
But rocks and stones are thrown at my face
Dirt thrown on my name and my daughter stares 
Right at me
I’m coming I’m coming
I slipped and I keep climbing
They laugh and throw more rocks
And when I find more coins
I can’t stop wishing well
So I throw my coins and keep taking off my clothes
My hands dirty and bare
My minds going crazy
But I see those beautiful brown eyes 
Saying don’t quit
So I’m coming
I’m coming
I’m screaming and I’m climbing
Everybody asking how could she just leave her daughter
When my daughter was snatched from behind me
I was pushed down a well
And no one threw a ladder or put out a hand
I never even asked for hand outs 
Go fund me can kiss my ass
I got a man who can help but I doesn’t all I can fighting
So he ask me for my arm and my leg 
And I cut it off grabbed my bourbon and I bite it
I’m coming I’m coming
But sometimes I gotta take a break
I keep fighting all day
So some nights I wanna play
It keeps me from not going sane
But when I enjoy my time they use it as fore say
Look at deja having fun it’s a problem
But shit I need to relax my own damn brain
So I’m wishing well wishing well
And I’m on my last cloth
I haven’t wrote in awhile
But I’m glad these walls can talk
So if u can’t reach you jayzel
My name will ring bells
I promise they will know my name
The mother of the girl at the top of this wishing well