Biography of Erin Hanson
My names Erin Hanson. I was born in Phenoix, Arizona, my father Micheal left me when i was only 2 years old. When me and my mother Susan moved to Dallas, Texas.
My mom met a guy named Kyle, marring him when i was about 4. He adopted me when i was in the 4th grade at the age of 9. Before that when i was 6 they had my brother named Clayton. He is my half brother.
My Mom&Kyle had been togehter for almost 10 years when they decided to get in a divorce becuase he was abusing me and my little brother too much, and they just didnt get along that well.
Im now in the 9th grade at J.J.Pearce High School, and would like to get a scholarship in art. I would like to carry my carrer to Texas Tech to get a degree in Interior Design.
i love everyone. =)
Erin Hanson Poems
Confused And Lost Little Girl
your screaming while she sits there. I bet you dont know that shes soaking it all in. Shes switching parents every week or so.. to young ot know exactly whats going on.
Having those tremendous nightmares when theres chills throught the cold blooded body. as your not here to warm me up.
Where Will We Go
No seeing you, nor' talking all i hope is these feelings wont fade.
The reason why i cry at night when i feel lost and unwanted.... The reason why i scream so god damn loud! ! ! The reason why i sometimes feel like runing away.... The reason why i say no to any opportunity that comes my way! ...
Falling On My Own
Left you when I was so little what do you do with the pictures of you me and mommy do you hide them from your new family,
The Unforbidden Mistake
The unforbidden mistake that you and only you would make doen’t run to me with any questions so the answers shall not end and break. The open fire extinguishes the heat between our stick figures.
They say time heals forgive, forget, im not sure i could im still awating
Friends are such letdowns they watch the tears foam from the eyes. take the one you love
thinking of the possiblity of tears. more happy memories than the tears that sadden my face flipping through the photograph
The Best Of Me
grazing seconds, decading away. you are the best of me cherish the real
What is it called? and how does it go? dont ask me becuause i wouldnt know. I've had that feeling where my mind would go blank...
The Way I Feel
This kill, strive, hurt, screams echod on for help.
Sheding Water Drops
Palms in hand closed tightly fitting right into the face. steaming the tears falling
something tells me, your with me. looking up, heaven above.
The Best Of Me
you are the best of me
cherish the real
love the unloved, unwanted
fights bring two
towards one antoher, forward