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The thought
I wrote this for a friend one day who had a thought on their mind that the life wasn't the battle worth fought,
Dear, misunderstood kid or child who lives life not in the side but in the back of the crowd because life is to wild,
Noone really knows how I feel so I buckle up and just smile, and I begin to believe the lie well, just for awhile
I cut my fucking wrist til it bleeds, because its the only outrageous part of my life that gives me some ease, it may hurt to yall but not to little me because I have had worse pain that would make me retreat from the feelings that people show or even my needs,
I know you feel this way, but there is just so much more to life, than this needle, this book and a knife, don't let your childhood deprived of reaching expectations, if you just have patience to continue to pace in and it may feel like you're racing, but you're not,
There's more to life than just to this damn blunt and some pot, if you don't got life? Then what does life got?
Dear, misunderstood child who got all the world and all the materialistics in it
I got all this stuff but with no one with it
My parents don't care they sit me in visits with someone named rachol and she says she's here to listen, but all I ever wanted was my parents attentions, but they always got work and office commitments, It wasn't a choice for me to be here, but I am, and now that I'm here I do all that I can, instead of a hello how about your hand and the feelings of your hugs, cus I would pay way more then a grand, money can't buy me , and neither can these cars so instead I have thoughts of cutting and going way to far, you can't pay off my death, but maybe the physical scars, but not the emotional ones you left.
Dear, misunderstood child,
With only one parent, money issues, love issues, I'm a kid how can I bare it, growing up to fast the young years I can't spare it, because daddy aint there he rather have some other hoe to cherish, and mommy aint there because she found her man, that can give her all the money with just a small bargain, so she left me here and instead of staying with her kids, it wasn't my decision to be here, it was yours and his!
Dear misunderstood child
Who watch there mom get beat, and all dad does is abuse us and just sleep, so my mom said when he gets mad I have to retreat, but there's a pistol in my bag that one I'm going to piece in feet, we are poor we are tired and mom works hard and everytime my dad leaves he's probably going to the bar, I have never had a good memory of me and this pig, he rather shoot his arm and instead taking care of his kids, and my mom don't deserve this and no he aint worth it, he's worthless! I wrote this from jail, because I'm waiting to get out on probation and bail, because one day my dad beat my mom to her pulp and I was only 13 going through mean changes and hopes, so I grabbed the gun and spun it to his face my mom screamed and but her voice was replaced , with every hit and drop of her blood that my dad put to waist, so I put to his face and then I...
Well this child never got to say
This letter goes out to every kid in the struggle who missing someone in life, I hope this helps you put on your hustle, and it may be hard now but the road don't always tussle , eventually it'll leave and you'll realize the life you lived. Will make you more humble, and now that you ask God lord when I was younger why you make me suffer? And in the end you'll realize that it makes you tougher
-kris harbor
