I HATE YOU ! Cant you see.
I hate the things you did that hurt me.
Hush ! Its Okay ! I'm not gone hurt you !
Is what you said.
As I'm laying here across this bed.
Kicking and Screaming
Tears falling down my face.
I get away and you begin to chase.
I get away but trust me I'll never forget your face.
I HATE YOU !
As I go to sleep you appear in my dream.
Which cause me to awake with scream.
Trusting people is hard for me as you can see.
If you wasn't alive to this day maybe just maybe it wouldn't
be as hard as it seem.
Ha ! Maybe I shouldn't have started off so harsh. Let's start over my name is Aria Jones born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. I'm 23 years old with a 1 year old daughter name Kaliyah.
Is that better ? Yea ? Uhh no it's not I like my way better, but anyway you know my name, my age, and my child name and age. what else am I missing ? *Snaps finger* You right my story. Well it's a lot to know about me. Everyone sees me as this shoulder, ATM, and even sex doll. Bet you wondering what I'm talking about. Well get ready to find out cause I have a story for you.
When I was 10 years old me and my siblings was taken from our mother due to a death of one of our younger twin brothers that had just had. Some say he had a health issue because my momma was on drugs while she was pregnant with the twins. But my momma say the doctors sent Jacob and Jordan home to early knowing Jacob was sick already. Its a lot of he says she say mess. Back then I believed my momma was the most loving caring woman in the world and would do anything for her kids, but boy was I wrong Kandice Jones don't care about no one but herself. I learned so much about my mother throughout the years and learning that changed me as a person. In good ways but mostly bad.
I have been mentally, physically , and emotionally abused. I have scares in so many ways some and they all are visible in someway. I been hurt so bad I could only cry when I tell the story. I have so many questions. I wonder so much about why things are the way they are and why it happens. I blamed myself for most of it when I wasn't even the reason. Before I get all emotional and forget to tell you the story. So here it goes this is My Story.
