Empty
my life
has never been ordinary
my father looks down at my family in disbelief
that his oldest son had to stay in jail for a prank that was no longer funny
that his middle child had decided that he was going to leave
my mom stressing not know what to do with my little brothers attitude
my life
may seem so simple to people
they will never understand
what it's like to be the only girl in a house of all boys
foster brothers in and out, feeling the need to leave their mark on me
my life
felt so empty without my fathers hand to guide me through the tough times
made me weak and empty never to be whole again
my family ruined because things never went as planned
my life
should've been over by now
why am I 18 and all I can do is frown
praying that one day this "GOD" can take my pain away
or just me.
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