"Steven don't do it please for me, for us Steven Im begging you, I Love You."
Her crying making me worse then I felt before ,I just had to go.
That's what I last heard from her, Shes my everything her and my baby girl, but it's to much.
I know ,I know what the fuck am I doing
Nobody knows me neither my story ,or anything I've been through so don't say you do until you go through it ,then that's when we can talk.
From all this bullshit I've been through my crys, my pains, my prayers, just everything
I'm done.
I'm so sick, so tired, so angry with all this shit I've been and still going through
And on top of that no one knows that
I finally realized what I have to do now.
Wiping the tears that sheaded from my eyes
I walked over to my desk and took a pen and a notepad.
Its A cold night in December.
Im here writing a couple of letters one to my step-dad, one to my mother, couple to the kids at school, one to my brother, and one to my baby girl and her mother
Writing them one after the other tears shead on each of the letters
Their the reason im...