*another poem 4 my mate hope you like it*
living on my own...
Another day in the life of me...
i don't know why people cant see...
I'm here for you again,
i am now...
The fear of the punch,
no helmet but a skull...
Storm child,
torn child...
Shes the one i look up to,
when I'm feeling down...
He was my everything,
my air...
I have no faith,
in what i know...
Its not right,
to see your parents fight...
I'm one of the kids who live this way,
i don't know many who know how it is to live this...
She is the one i will never forget,
she is the one i never regret...
She wont stop talking,
about the man she lost...