by Jamica
Hey girl u write some deep shit. If you need to talk to someone u can talk to me. I never knwe my father and my mother was an addict, so I became one too. She died @ the age of 42 from drugs and I was well on my way. I'm here if u need someone. Hang in there. |
The poem is so sad...But try not think this way,The razor ain't the solution... |