Growing Up

I’m a good person, with a bad past

  Happiness could never last 

Coming from a broken home with broken dreams

     I never went through life with ease 

I thought love was a scary thing

      so I distance myself from everything

but once my dad went in the sky

       I cried and asked myself ‘why?’ 

I learned that things happen for a reason 

  and now Gods something I believe in. 

so now through the passing years i’ve grown

       I’ve made my past my own 

Because my past doesn’t define me 

     it’s something I had to face alone  

        

 

     

This poem is about: 
My family

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