My Life On Paper

I escape my past by letting my soul bleed onto paper, but not to knowing eyes! these words i write are filled with pain and torment, There dark and hazing and not for the weak.

Even as a little boy i saw my daddy driving down the road with no look back or no second thoughts, I came to be about 5years old when i asked my mother where my daddy was and if he was coming back, with a sigh she looked by and walked away,

He was never there for me, First kiss i did it all alone,first fight i healed my bruises on my own, i never needed him,

About 7years of age i saw my mom get hit by a man with a dark figure in her own house as she fell i rushed him only to be knocked back down,

10years of age i lost my grandfather to war over seas and the blood shed of the U.S government not wanting to back down.

15 i lost my brother to a drive by on the street downtown, aiming for me with no sight they opened fire bullets slicing the air, he went down with no pain at least thats what i think.

16 in and out of juvy time and time again the door behind me locked shackles around my wrists

and at 17 I'm clean with my girl and hope of what lies are in need

* i ask you to keep in mind not all poems rhyme*