Being 16 dosent mean you dont understand pain, love and hatered.
I have lived through pain most people wouldnt have to deal with there hole lives. I have loved more passonatly then others could dream. And I hate the man I am suppose to call father.

The pain I went through was .. i was rapped at 13. I fell pregnant to the guy that raped me, and 4 months into my pregnancy I lost my baby through spontainious aborting. (aka misscarage).

I loved a guy when I was 10-15. we were together the whole time. He was my best friend, my boyfriend and my protector. We were engaged to be married in two years from now. But last year he was shot dead, over a drug deal. I miss him more then anything in the world and I will never feel the same way about anyone again. He was there for me through everything.

I hate my dad. He was never there for me, but was always there for my sister and brother. he burnt all my baby photos because he hated me, he hit me, and he told me to die. the dicuste I have for him is more then anyone could ever understand.

but even through all that I had poetry to read or write that helped me live. I wouldnt still be here without it.