maybe I write to be heardmaybe to heal what hurtsmaybe it's the only way I can say what I feel out loudmaybe I write to thinkto understand me betterto..
I used to know what I wanted to bealong long time a gobut they made fun of meso I pushed it away and I forgotnow, I have no idea who I amI used to kno..
A few months back, I lost a great manThe love of my life, my mother's fatherHe was an amazing man, he was my grandfatherMy idol, my perfect man, I'm p..
when I was homeI had a dream, a plana future to buildI wanted to go to a specific college, the same one that is now destroyed because of the warI was ..
I lost my Voicemy hopes and my dreamsbut what they don't seeis that I'm still meI'll find a new voicea new dream as welland all that bothers mecan go ..