Beating Friendship

by Yvette Gibson   Dec 18, 2004


You were beating when so little
your mommy hurt you and you were stuck in the middle
you had no choice you had to chose
will you win your will you lose
we met at your grandma's when you were eight
we started are friendship a little bit late
we played all day
and slept all night
we never ever got in a fight
one day it stopped your mom wanted you back
she was drunk
and her Brain lat
you were taking away
and beating again
I felt your pain it will never mend
your now alone and you won't come back
you live in a foster home
and are friendship lats
I miss you much
I say farewell
goodbye Chelsea
it hurts like hell
oh please come back soon
I have so much to talk about
please don't make me shout
this is true story
I know for a fact
and my friend Chelsea will never come back :'(

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  • 20 years ago

    by Yvette Gibson

    This is a true story there is more to it then that she had two other brothers and she had to snik food to them so they can live they lived with there grandmother but her mom got out of jail because they thought she had changed now she has a the most hobbible life and she can never she her granmother or even vist her please take care of your friends I was only little then and didn't know what was going on.