Growing up was tough,
I went through a lot of stuff,
Some was good,
Some was bad,
But mostly it was sad.
I am going to start when I was five,
I lost my dad.
Now sitting in a black hole,
Where do I call home?
By the time I was 15,
My life was a bad dream.
Now behind bars,
It breaks my heart,
Walking alone in the dark,
I lean my back to the wall,
Before I fall.
Then I have a vision of my life,
Suddenly I am falling from a height.
There is no light.
I feel around the cold and empty walls,
Sadness falls.
How can I do right?
When every day,
I'm fighting for my life

by Stephen Mcbride

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