• I stare and glare like it was the first day of my life. I look in the sky and just cry.
    Because every days the same s**t people getting hit bitches in the corner pimps on their side. I go to my room get a broom and clean my floor as i look througth the window I notice I am not the only one thats has this problem. I just keepin on stareing and saying why is there so much violence i just stay silence.