You stroll through life and you meet people. But there are others that you meet that touch you. That show immeasurable strength. I look at myself and wonder where the strength came from at such a young age. Why all the heartbreak so young? Why do we suffer such heartbreak? Why do some give in? For a young kid, I had a lot of anger, so much frustration and confusion. There were a lot of times I wanted to give in, give up. But never did. Why didn't I? What in me made me different from those that did give up? Don't give up...It gets better.
My brother and I never gave up. My brother is fucked up. People in my family look at my brother and ask what is wrong with him. What went wrong? Why is he fucked up? I want to ask them seriously, what the hell do you think went wrong? I mean seriously. You gotta help kids. Kids need us. Other wise they are all fucked up.
1 comment:
i think i was drunk. just sayn'
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