Back The FUCK off Part (2)

Behind my story there is a reason for all that I do. Through my life, I've lived it hard and no one gave a damn nore cared either way. every night while growing up I used to always pray that god would give my family strength for one more day. My mother passed away a few years ago but before she died my father hit the gold she didn't have the chance to see all that was made of me. I have much blame towards the one that spent the money. I had much blame for the one that cheated on my father. I was always the youngest doughtier in the family. My whole life I worked, very hard working two or three jobs. Everyone always came to me for advise all my friends were walking on thin ices. I care so much for everyone sometimes I forget my self I refuse to live my life that way anymore and live like I'm someone else. I want to find pure happiness inside of me I want to walk out on the beach openly. Please do not push my arms to the cross and stab blades through me. Understand that my whole life I worked successfully. I dreamed of the day I could help people, and do the things (I never had my self) give people a chance to change them selves. ever sence two years ago, I made my mind clear that I would open as many gates as possible as long as I was here. But as time went on, I kept on handing out the tickets and no one seemed to try, to get their life on track and I kept on asking them why? while they stabbed me in the back. I had a best friend who was also a mother, she had an exboyfriend that used to hit her I wondered why she didn't know any better. She wanted money to cover his hot checks or work on the streets again I told her if she can support a killer go ahead and take his hand. I refuse to help someone kill them selves I refuse to look away and watch them slowly melt. I'm tired of helping people, when they just get hurt some people need to learn on their own that making (their life successful) is what they must do alone. On my poem of part 1, everyone misunderstood me I find it shameful that you accused me. To think from what you believe you thought you already knew But here's another clip to the story that you had never seen before And when I was talking of money, and being poor The whole time (I was talking of their life) money means nothing when you have bitterness or strife. The main part of this poem, And is what I meant to say was get (your life on track) or walk the other way.Maybe this poem here clears up things a little bit better. But your choice to either ASSUME you know what i meant through these poems, Or ask me if you have questions. Shelly. Written December 19th, 2001 © on Dec 19 2001 12:16 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 16