Drinking smoking, drugs
has become her way of life...

As i write this poem
tears are falling down my face...

The steep dirt road to nowhere
everything is so dark...

Grade two ended and then grade three
thats when you were introduced to me...

I Sometimes look at the stars and wonder about my...
maybe it will all come good and i won't have to...

Anguish and fear running through their face
their lives have only been about finding something...

I saw the love in you eyes
don't tell me now that it was lies...

I'm sick of always being controlled
I'm sick of always being told...

I can't take any of my life anymore
i can't get up I've been pushed to the floor...

Have you ever felt like crying
when nobody else is there...

Anna the bestest thing
i have in my life...

I can't explain how i feel
your always on my mind...