Angie hears her mom and stepdad fights. She sits there and cries..and hope it's over. Then she hears a loud gun pow!! She hurrys to the living room and see's her mom laying on the floor..with blood all over. She cries over her mom's bloody body...her mom looked at her and whisperd "help". She called the police and after she hung up. Her stepdad beat her..then rapped her. Then the police busted in. Her mom fighting for breath. Angie to weak to get up yelled "Help, please help" They came to resuce her, too. After her and her mom recoverd. The mom found a new guy. He only beated the daughter...everytime she tried 2 tell her mom he's no trust-worthey and he's rapes her everynight. Angie one hari got beaten to death, and had to go to foster home. Soo much pain..she had, for just an 13yr old girl..She thought her new parents would be ok..and protect her..she thought nothing would go wrong and never leave this world. One hari her and her foster mom got into..and the foster mom, left utama and set her house on fire. Her new sister Haley and Her survied...but the rest didn't, so they went to Angie's real mom.....To be counited....
anda don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and anda don’t care anymore,
but anda do,
anda still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the hari of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing anda
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
hei Mom,
It's been a while
Since anda sat seterusnya to me,
Since I saw anda smile
I miss anda Mom
I wish anda were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see anda Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my hati, tengah-tengah in two
I'll always remember Mom,
anda taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling anda Mom
Losing anda killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what anda were Mom,
Strong.
In everything anda said
In everything anda did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since anda sat seterusnya to me,
Since I saw anda smile
I miss anda Mom
I wish anda were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see anda Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my hati, tengah-tengah in two
I'll always remember Mom,
anda taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling anda Mom
Losing anda killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what anda were Mom,
Strong.
In everything anda said
In everything anda did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Lost a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the saat of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But anda should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do anda do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three lebih seconds, gone, like that,
Did anda use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these saat in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the saat of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But anda should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do anda do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three lebih seconds, gone, like that,
Did anda use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these saat in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the bukit
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the bukit
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo jalang, perempuan jalang die, bitchy whore. That last komen doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first Ciuman and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it berkata Ros are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if anda want I'll tell them to can it, all because I Cinta anda Janet. I don't know who wrote anda Cinta poem rhyme thing but I Cinta anda too!
