My Letta

Dear whoever
u asked me 2 write u a letta ill do my best,
i suppose dis is an easy way 2 get things of my chest.
life i suppose was going okay,
until My Paddy was taken away.
den everything went bad & it wasnt da same,
i think dis life is 1 big game.
i move forward 1 space & get knocked bak 3,
im so sick of crying but no1 eva see\'s.
coz i cover it up wit a smile dat is so far from real,
no1 can help coz not even i no how i feel.
i wanna be brave but i cant i no 4 a fact,
i wanna b happy but its jus 2 hard 2 act.
Ppl say it will get betta but dey said da same thing wen my Uncle died,
dey say jus 4get everything but i cant ive tried.
everyday i wake up & i cry,
i cry coz im breathing which means i didnt die.
i no dats really bad but i jus wana c da ppl i love,
da only way i ca is 2 b taken up above.
Christmas is supposed 2 b a happy time 4 ur family & u,
but 4 me its 1 of da hardest things i can do.
coz god thought it\'d b funny 2 take my uncle on christmas eve,
he is 1 of da main reasons i want 2 leave.
he was my 2nd dad wen mine was neva there,
y Patto does life hav 2 b so unfair.
im real sorry u probly dont need dis crap from me,
so ill go now & pray 2 god dat i will c,
c da ppl i miss & da ppl i love,
hopefully he will hear my prayer and take me up above
By **!Broken!**