More i cry,less i try,louder i speak queiter i get.it's confusing i find it very amusing. i don't know what to do only my heavenly father can give me a clue.looking back trying to fix the broken peices a few still remain missing,money ain't never been my issue what hurts me the most is watching my mom dry her tears with a tissue. tthe arguments,fights,tears,years and she still remained but why?when all he caused her was pain.he's such a monster everything he does and say creates a disaster but whatcan i say? he's my father."I'M SORRY" the word he takes for granted sometimes not even appreciated or wanted. eveytime i look in the mirror i see to my surprise a completely different person staring in my eyes, trying hard to stay alive inside.they don't see what i see no one left to care for me.they don't understand how i feel but don't blame em they don't know how to keep it real. you said bye without hesitation but don't worry that's not going to ruin my reputation,you made me feel like everything now i feel like nothing.you're really killing me it's not my fault you can't see the real me.always absent in my life i got a question for you,"WHY didn't you make my mom your wife".you keep getting yourself into a mess but i'm okay i'm still doing my best.