what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that

It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination

it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live

stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting

How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing