some days
I sit and hear the yells
fears loseing my pride
robbed of
mother screaming
sister crying
I sit there and pretend
to not care
But inside it truely wares
ripping and tearing at my heart
I know i don't have it that bad but
It is pretty bad
and it makes me so sad
i wish i could just be glad
the smiles and laughs went away
as soon as I came here
Sometimes i just want to cry like now
just writeing this poem of life
When I was with Janson it was so much better
we might not have had everything but
I liked it better there
I feel like here no one loves me
so I look to my friends for love
and they give so much
There more of my family than anything
So I am closeing this poem with a goodbye
farewell I will be back to write you'll see
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“Every night I dream, it’s like I slip inside of something better… It’s like I walk through a door when my eyes close and after a period of walking I begin to dream. I always have great dreams… and it’s even better when they have a clear ending and beginning. That way I remember them, and they live inside my soul forever…”.
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