Another night and I can’t seem to sleep, up with my thoughts and now it’s making me weep..
Tired of hiding behind this fake smile, when will someone realise my plight..
All I want is someone to reach out to me, to talk so I can set my soul free…but no one is there no one to care..
Now I’m sitting with this glock in my hand…i write a letter to my mom hoping she will understand…i pour out all my pain and love for her in this letter..thank you for these years I wish things could have been better…
1, 2, 3 (pow) and now another dream has been shattered..
By: Francine Davis