She fukced up again...

Her parents are fighting again
the smoke from her cigarette is blowing out the window

she got high again today
fukcin up her life one day at a time one puff at a time

here parents hit her again
look at her face does it look like she fell?

shes crying again
if it wasn't for her friends and the people that cared she she wouldn't be here today

her friend got hit by a car today
she hopes she doesn't die cause she never got to tell her how she really felt

she got her heart broken again
she thought he really cared but he was just using her just like the other guys that liked to play with her

she thinks shes a fukc up
so she just gets high
shes SO fukced up that when her parents hit her she wonders why?

nothing goes right in her fukced up life

this is why she goes out and gets high

goes out into fantasy land with her pot and her beer

shes so reckless and care free

getting high is the only thing that helps her escape from this life if not pot, dust free

~i don't know about this poem its not real good but it kinda explains this week for me please give me some ways 2 make it better~

~stay Strong Lindsey were all praying for you hunny just stay strong please~