'I know you're there
but my world is so bare.
Nothing is standing in your way,
I'm hoping you can make it one more day.
Our relationship has grown so strong,
where could we have went so wrong.
You were there when I needed you,
Now I'm here for you to need me too.
My love for you will stay the same,
never will I forget your name.
By my side, you will always stay,
I'll think of you day by day.'
"This isn't right"I muttered as I crumbled up my paper and threw it at the trash pile in my room.
I went downstairs.
"Mom what should I write my poem about".
She was making pancakes.
"Sweetie you should make it about you, I know you can think of something"
I live with my mom in a two story apartment, my dad lives at the american all star casino basically.
I looked down from my window to see a cherry blossom tree, the one from my old dreams of fantasies in reality. Before everything went wrong.
My mom and "dad" never approved of my good "dreams".
Being a writer.
Well before I explain about my depressing stories let me introduce myself.
My name is Dakota Wilbrey, i'm 17 I live with my mother. I have no siblings, no pets and no family willing to see me. I'm a "loner", well that's what they call me.
The people that "accidently" hit me.
The past is the past, I'm happy somewhat.
"Mom I'm going to school"
"Okay get home safe"
I started my walk to school quickly, then soon i was there.
