It was a month or so after my 14th birth day. The moon was out playing with the stars. A new baby no more then 4 months.
i was fourteen.
The one he calls dad is like a warm summer day in my life. Unknown in his eyes that he would be the most important thing in my life. the baby was more impotant to me than life itself.
i was fourteen
If they weren't taken away then everything would be in its place. if just this once i could go to him, i would show everyone, i would.
i was fourteen
i wish i could, i wish they would let me but still i sit in my room all alone going crazy. i miss them both i dont understand, just let me go.
i was fourteen
