Life Is To Short To Worry
Although I Worry A lot...
Like Having No Money
Like A Ruff Under My Head..
Or If Its Save From men..
I Worry A lot..
No I'm Not Perfect, Don't Whanna Be ,
Worrying Is Like Stress It Will Kill You Slowly
I Have Trust Issue With People Who Has Hurt Me
I hide My Pain So No One See My Hurt And Shame
I'm In A Abuse Shelter, A Man Has Abused Me,
Homeless In A Shelter, Worrying How Ill Get Back On My Feet......
No Money....
No Place.....
Not Happy......
And Lonely....
Staying Positive Is Hard For Me
And Staying Focuses
Having All These Emotional Going Through My head
And having PDSD
Feeling A Prison In The Place I Stay
Trying To Stay Strong,
And Also Holding On
Hoping For Happiness, and Joy
Wanting Someone To Help me, For A Change
Waiting On A Miracle To Happen ,
It Feels Like A Waiting Game ..
Hoping The Worries Can Stop !
For Right Now ,I Worry A lot
But Soon Something Will Come Along
Although I Have No Family Or Friends
I'm A Fighter Not A Quitter ,
And Soon Will Be Free From All the feelings That I'm Feel Today
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