given one last chance

with drops of thears going down my face

with drops of my blood dripping off of something sharp

and I just wanna go straight for my heart

with a substance thats red dripping on my arm and chest

for I feel like a disgrace

and just want to be layed to rest

I call out for my dad

but yet no reply

just a slap across my face

I look across

something so sweet and kind

my sister kids the ones who saved my life

even if I wanted to die they kept me alive

I woke up everyday wondering

am I gonna live

or is this my last day

but even then I kept my head up high

 

Comments

stairs

i can feel the emotion in this it's so thick. good job *clapping*

Andrea Farr

Thank you ☺

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