Today, I got a call from my Aunt and she told me Momma's a bit more responsive, but not fully lucid. I then called the hospital and talked to my brother who was there. He sounded so broken. I wish I could be there for them all.
I feel so...lost.


There's A Girl...This girl I know She hates me She despises me She loathes my very existence She never wants to see me Hear me Speak to me Never again Her anger burns She hates Fights Cries Hurts Belief comes to me She wants me dead And I miss her Every day Always This girl I knowThere's A Girl...
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