Stories

Theirs Story's out their of love
and storys with happy endings,

But in this story i will tell
Theres none of the above

This Story is a simple one
Of a boy with a dream

A Story Of Being Succseful
A story of being clean

This story starts out
With a childhood of blue

In a house, with a mom
Who knew not what to do

This story continues
To a school life of red,

A life without passion
A time with no freinds

The Story goes on,
And this young boy in grey

To a time of unceartanty
This time is today,

This time i live in,
These fights im givin,

These rights i fight for,
Aren't worth to die for,

I love who i've become,
I wish to live a long life,

but my past is so much,
Forgetting it is like....

Learning to read,
or doing long division,

its alot like greiving,
for a freind whos not forgivin,

its like living,

Ive come along ways,
From scraps,

With scrapes and breaks,
Wrecks and cracks,

dives and hives,
drugs and back,

to here in present,
where my life is pleasent,

its come with a price,
of hurt, and deppresion,

but it was worth every moment,
for now im an impression

of my former self....

the boy, of the system,
the boy who wouldnt listen,

the young kid, who thought he knew it all,
to this young man, who knows.....

its easy to fall,