My Life

Being alive is the most beautiful thing,
To feel nature,
To see nature,
To explore nature.
Haaaaaa thats the sound of my firat breath. My eyes opened to see my mothers face, tears rolling down her face,
She was filled with love and emotion

Something was wrong
Where was he? Where was my dad?
Now don't get mwrong i love my dad and all but there is only a certain amount of hurt a human being can take, you werent there when i took my first breath,
Helo me with my first steps,
Teach me to read or write
Why? Why? Why? I ask myself over and over abd over again.
Is there something wrong with me that u cnt move your thunb and stop for a few minutes of the day to tell me you love me or ur proud of me. Is that too much to ask?
Am i to black for you?
Am i not what u expected?
Was i just a fling?
Was i a mistake?
WHAT IS IT?

My heart is torn almost every secong of everyday,
Whishing that maybe just maybe my dad would turn up at my door.

Are you happy now?
Knowing your own flesh and blood feels