Its My Fault.
i know you thought i was going to end up being nothing.
that i was going to drop out of school,
probably get pregnant at 15.
The typical story for the type of person i use to be.
a crackhead.
a waist of time.
a i-dont-care-what-you-say type of person.
But i didnt.
i dont do drugs.
i have a kid,
but im 25, not 15.
i do care.
about many things.
my family. my career. my present. my future.
yes dad, i have a career. i didnt drop out of school.
im sorry i left.but i had to.
i know you didnt know what to do with me anymore,
but thats why i left & i wish i could tell you that.
but now its too late.
i should have stayed.
if it wasnt for me,
you would still be alife right now.
im sorry mom,dad.
im sorry.
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