17.. party my ass off..
Meeting new ppl,
Finding new love..
drama just part of life..
There's no running..
She the Woman that gave me life..
I've thanked..
Deep in my heart I knew I love her..
Though no longer my mother..
She walked out on my life..
17, barely an adult..
with 26 dollars 2 quarters..
where am I going with that?
Last of the food gone and eaten..
where is the help?
got 2 best friends been there for me,
thick and thin..
yet.. what can they do..
Sitting on my ass,
who will hire a bum like me...
5 job applied..
zero responds..
Theres no hope, so why am I praying?
I question the lord..
when will anyone come through..
I'm sick and tired..
I'm not a strong as I seem..
The rock I leaned on, is now collapsing...
I'm standin on my own 2 feet..
now down on my knees..
I watched my own mother walk out on me..
what am I do to...
Dislocated Heart
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/17-great-fkin-year/
