Why And How Poem by justin walker

sitting on that chair watchin my show
you called. i answered and thats when
my life went down hill. how could this happen
to me? why did she do that? now my life is
over. now i got to put up with my jail keepers
by myself. no one to talk to or have fun with. all
those tears i seen come out her face, every laugh
that escaped through while she was mad.
i stuck up for and she did the same for me.
why god, how you could u take her from me? she
was like my real mom. she tried to do so much for
me even when she didnt have anything. yes we fought
but what relationship or friendship doesnt have
problems, huh? now she is gone and im done. no
more special gurl, friend, counselor, not even a sister