Fifteen years old,
I feel like I'm taking on the responsibility,
As if I'm twenty-five.
Forced to mature at a young age,
All i needed was a little time.
Time to think to have what the others had,
Being a kid, the ADULTS to be my savior,
Looking in the crowd from the outside,
The looks of hatred and waver.
The worse thing for me is that i feel so grown up,
And don't have a job,
No temps to take care of the family that I have left,
Because they're so far deep in stress,
An endless pain,
An endless mess.
I'm in high school,
Taking care of my sisters
6 year old daughter with all my will
Because she decided that she couldn't do it no more,
She tried what they all said she'd never do,
She took the chance, She took the pills.
Me, in defence mode,
For the childs soul,
I want to save.
But I know what it's like,
The reckless feeling like I'm alone,
I just can't take the visual sight,
Of my little angel,
Growing up with all this in her home.
It's so hard to tell her,
But it's gonna get harder as i wait,
Mommy's not coming home for Christmas,
With those words I felt my heart break.
She reminds me of myself when i was six years old,
To know the word hatred,
To get used to being all alone.
God i just can't stand it,
When this little girl looks at me and says..
"My mommy hates me, I can never make her happy"
I will do anything to save her from this mess,
She has a heart of pure gold,
Though no money could ever be enough to replace her,
I just don't wanna believe.. That this is the way she feels,
I will do anything from now until she she's grown up still,
I just don't want to see her 10 years later,
Feeling like she wants to escape, And going for those pills....
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