Sequel To Milano {August Alsina Story}

"Daddy, daddy, Help me." How does being helpless feel? no one could hear you, no one cares, no one dares. I wrote this poem according to the article I read that morning. what does being Father-less feel, having a mother but never seem to care, having classmates with all deathly glare. you're breathing but talking to nothing. we all need attention. a "love" perhaps.