I look down at the picture book of memories
I watch the happiness oh there was so much
Yes they knew sadness but they new happiness too
She thought she had it made yeah sure
Some people had loads of cash but she had loads of love
Some people had big houses but squished into her small house was comfort
Then it all changed slowly
Her wonderful dream turned into her worst nightmare
Her family torn to shreds her life to ashes
I watch helplessly as this goes on
Wishing i could help
But unable to
i have learned you cannot fight memories
i like this. i can relate to it and thats a good thing when your a writer. no one ever taught me not to hurt myself, no one ever thought id be the one with the problems so no one ever bothered. do you have aim or myspace or anything? your kind of a mystery person who started commented my poems lol