by Dollie Apr 27, 2006
category :
Life, society /
meaning of life
Life isn't about the things in life it's about what you make of it, It was me that did everything and I couldn't even get a simple thank you, i watch you laugh and party while i sit at home thinking about what I could be doing but in stead i sitting and watching me throwing my life at you. All you had was me and all i ever wanted was you but in stead me having your three kids didn't make you no different, At age eighteen i said i was threw but in stead you put it on me to make me stay, no matter how many times you cheated and hit me I was the one you always felled back on, at night i wonder will it always be the same, will i have the courage you leave you behind but now i understand i won't never i have that chance to leave you because when i left you always was in that place in my heart, i wish i could hear you say i love you but it won't never happened because i was the one taking care of you while you was on that death bed couldn't hardly walk, but even when you was sick, you still made me feel like shit because that what i was to you i was your shit picking up your pieces when you feel but since you done, i now have the courage to say i put you on your death bed! |
This is good, but try to put them in to stanzas. Its easier to read that way. And thanks for your comment on mine. |