I’ve been thinking about writing this for weeks now going back and forth, should I or shouldn’t I. What will people think if I do? The more I contemplate doing it, the more I’m realizing that there are probably people out there who need to hear what I have to say. This has always been very heart-wrenching for me and will be until the day I die. This isn’t an easy subject for a lot of people, and then again, there are those who just don’t care.

The day was so long,

It seemed to drag on for years….

My thoughts were racing so fast,

And I was shaking with fear!

I had no idea,

What was happening to me!

All I wanted was an answer,

And from this hell to be free!

It all started,

When I ran away,

From home and the chaos,

So dismal and gray….

Life was so good,

When Mom was alive,

We all were so happy,

For each other we would strive,

To do what was right,

And try to get along,

And encourage each other,

Even with a silly song.

But then came the day,

That Mom passed away.

My whole world just changed,

On my bed I just lay…

And cry, and cry,

And even cry some more.

My heart felt like it was ripped,

From the depths of my core.

After a few years,

I couldn’t take life at home.

So I ran away,

Ending up just seeming to roam.

As I was walking,

One night down the street,

A car happened by me,

Two guys in the front seat.

I kept on walking,

Afraid to turn my head and see,

If they were looking,

And watching me.

I then realized,

They were keeping my pace,

I tried to walk faster,

As though I was in a race.

I glanced with my eyes,