Thoughts after thoughts,
days after days,
I keep thinking
the exact same thing.
Do you miss me?
Do you even care
that you'r kids
aren't even there?
Momma come home,
things aren't the same,
everything drivig me insane.
I'm only 14,
but i feel so old,
I just can't see
how you can be so cold.
I'm shaking,
and my heart
is aching
I feel so alone
you don't even answer
you'r own phone.
The pain is cutting
right down to the bone.
I wanna scream,
I wanna shout,
I wanna have a thought
without a single doubt.
Things are getting rough,
and times are tough,
but i got to stay strong,
and keep moving on,
because it's to late
to give up now.
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