Loosing Myslef...

Looking at the picture of myself Beautiful sitting on the top shelf Parents fighting mom is crying A smile and laugh thats really lying Dad working hard but not hard enough No clothes no money times get rough I dont cry i just close my door and write Bringing to my heart that innosent light Only 8 and all i wanted do is shout Only 13 and drugs were my way out 15 an I ran away with my bestfriend Everything was better till it had to end By 16 i was a mess and kicked out and still dont know what lifes about Looking at the picture of myself Lost and sitting on the top shelf