Poetry is my only friend,
my way to let anger out...

The anger thats inside me,
of what you said that day...

Daddy you just tore me apart,
for the very last time...

3 friends, 2 friends , no friends at all,
2 parents, 1 parent, no parents at all...

Life was never suppose to be easy,
it is suppose to be challenging and hard...

What is the point of living,
can you tell me please...

My heart has been ripped out,
broken into pieces...

Where am i suppose to turn,
when the ones who should Love me don't...

Look into my eyes,
what can you see...

I saw my self as a happy girl,
17 year old full of joy...

Andrea we love you,
please do not go...

Why arent i pretty
why arent i loved...