Where am i suppose to turn,
when the ones who should Love me don't...

Daddy you just tore me apart,
for the very last time...

Look into my eyes,
what can you see...

Poetry is my only friend,
my way to let anger out...

The anger thats inside me,
of what you said that day...

Sometimes i sit and wonder
what life would have been...

How can i be happy,
when i feel alone...

Life was never suppose to be easy,
it is suppose to be challenging and hard...

I just lost two,
of my closest friends...

Why arent i pretty
why arent i loved...

I saw my self as a happy girl,
17 year old full of joy...

I know been hard,
being so far away...