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Heaven and Hell on Earth


A teenager girl who was robbed of her teens 

became an adult with no guidance to show 

she became a mother to 3 and would express “they don’t even belong to me” 

her lifestyle was changed from careless to its time to have hope

for her moms breast cancer had her mom hanging on from a very thin rope

while her dad seemed to take this as an outlet for some random hoe

not long after was he in the hospital, for their kids became the adults

while the parents were both on their little life boats

these kids learned it was not hope they needed for it was God,

who then showed them the ropes. 

For He guided them on the path in which they followed for the sake of the boats

the siblings prayed for these not sink because they were their only hope

to be robbed of their teen years they then became thankful more of the boats

they had raised above all to better health for they also had to have so much hope

when the waves calmed the boats came to shore

and although damage was there, they survived due to their life support

 

Not too long after…. 

 

Our angel in the sky is still truly missed

he had left such a impact that when you had gone some were sad but everyone was so pissed

we all questioned God, why? why did you have to do THIS? 

a small family who just brought in their boats who almost wrecked into a cliff

a big family who cherished his soul and his mom didn’t even get a last fucking kiss

her child had left her and broke their promise

he was to take care of her when she was old but now thats just something everyone likes to dismiss

he was so so young, he never even had his own fucking kids

I don’t question what happened before your took your last breath 

I only just wonder, can you hear my cries when I mourn over your death? 

 

 

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