my past

it started when i was young mama was already done but by the time i was seven we were up and gone she never wanted this to happen to my dad he kinda got mad at it but he was kind and it seemed he always had us on his mind me and my two brothers three of a kind gave me love and hope made a vow that day that i will never die by my own hand i started with the stress and anxiety from not having a father boy damn i was mad but im still kinda sad but i need to stop crying and now i put thoses feels into rhyming and now when i get mad i start crying