No Name To give
Biography of No Name To give
Well, there isn't much to tell about me. I am just a teenager going through regular teenage problems and more. I live with my mom, who is a single parent. She has raised 4 of us on her own and I admire her for that. She is part of the reason I write. When she comes home from work and has a bad day, I am usually the one that gets it taken out on and I feel like I am the reason for her problems. I go in my room and sit or lay down on my bed and think about how much I wish that I was my godmother's child. She is the other reason I write. She supports me through everything and when I talk to her I feel like a person that is loved. Deep down I feel like if I were to die, or when I am to die, she is the only one that would care and the only one to mourn. That is basically the true story behind Gabrielle Abrams. Not many teenagers talk about there feelings so I feel like when I cant talk to my godmother or get in touch with her for some reason, my therapist is paper, pencil, and tears.
No Name To give Poems
I constantly get this feeling that I don’t belong It hurts feeling this way Even worse when I know that it is true Everyday I see my siblings treated with love, care, and respect
Just Us Two
To spot from across the room To know that you have found him
It is top secret, no one can know. It is my secret, the world should keep away. It has been kept in a secret place. I hate what it is, but it is killing me inside.
I Lost My Best Friend
I remember the day my life changed forever. That day we became closer than ever. Devastating news arrived to me that dreadful afternoon. Tears of devastation ran down the hump of my cheek.
A Lesson Or A Season
Every girl wants that boy who will daydream in class helplessly and when the teacher yells and tell him to pay attention he looks over to you and silently says, “I love you”. We all want that guy to give us his hoodie, carry our books and walk us to class looking like the perfect couple. We want to be envied due to our loving relationship. We want to be the cheerleader and him the football player.
From The Moment Of 'I Do'
“please Don’t Pass Me By”
“[u] N [me] N [me] N [u]”
[U] Want [ME] to give my heart to [U]; I see it in [UR] eyes [U] Want [ME] to see the care that [U] have for [ME] on the inside I can’t open up my heart to [U] right now, it’s still fragile, and it’s in its healing stage [U] tell [ME] ur a doctor; [U] can heal my broken heart,
Why didn’t he want me? Why has he put me through so much torture? If he were here with me, maybe things would be normal My siblings knew there male role models, so why must I be in the dark about mines
To hide your hurt and pain from the world. Acting as if your perfectly fine Laughing and Playing having everyone fooled Displaying yourself as a perfectly happy woman
Why didn’t he want me?
Why has he put me through so much torture?
If he were here with me, maybe things would be normal
My siblings knew there male role models, so why must I be in the dark about mines
They all get the love they deserve
It’s my fault
I am the problem
I was too skinny or too fat, too tall or too short, too black or too white
Maybe if he loved me my mom would love me too