Wondering what to do with all this pain inside,
what is there to really do? Except go away and hide.
Turning 18 is hard especially on the streets,
growing up with drugs and alcohol, is just as bad it seems.
So why do I continue to do it? I don't know it's hard.
I have people around me who care, but it seems like they're moving away so far.
Am I alone? I'm trapped help me out.
It seems like I'm a flower, one that has not begun to sprout.
Is it just me? or is this really true?
Don't know the answer that's why I'm asking you.
