There was this lady.
Who took me in.
When my Dad went to jail.
For committing his sin.
She told me she loved me.
Like her like the daughter of her own.
I was so happy.
To be in her home.
Then she tore me apart.
In so many ways.
She made me cry.
Day after day.
She abandoned me.
And left me here to cry.
All I can to now.
Is think of ways to die.
I told her I wasn't happy.
She didn't listen.
Not one bit.
She closed her ears.
And threw a fit.
Now I'm dieing.
Slowly inside.
She wont understand.
My dreams of suicide.
