My dad's an alcoholic. He beats me and my mom.
I have so much trouble just trying to stay strong.
My family is poor and we're living out on the streets.
We search through these dumpsters just trying to find something to eat.
My mom slept around, now we're both slowly dying.
When I walk past her room at night, I sometimes here her crying.
I have depression and I don't know how to be happy.
My days are spent thinking about suicide and I always feel really crappy.
My parents were killed by drive-by shooters, and I have no one to hold me.
I'm living in an orphanage now, because gangs killed my family.
My dad worked in the WTC, he was killed by hate.
He never did anything wrong, but death was his fate.
My dad was an airplane pilot and he let his plane down in those Pennsylvania lands.
Some call him a hero and others call him a real brave man.
I come from a torn family. Mom left dad because he sells dope.
I want my family to be together again, but it looks like there is no hope.
I live with my grandparents because my parents don't have enough to support me.
I have four brothers and sisters, but I haven't seen them since I was three.
My mom had an abortion. She didn't even give me a chance to live.
She gave me no chance to show her all the love and laughter I had to give.
I hate cleaning, and mom says I'm lucky.
Other kids aren't like me, they have nothing.
