Sit in my dark room, listen to their fight.
No day without fight, no day without rude word.
It’s dark, it’s sad, it’s pain.
It that a happiness ?
Its happen since I was a child, make me scare of man.
My poor mom, really scare each day.
She didn’t chose that, its just happen.
It’s sad, it’s pain, it’s hurtful.
I make a lot of problem, didnt know how to fix it.
Home that feel like hell, it’s weird. I am not happy.
Have nothing, have no friend.
Sick mom, angry dad, as me a useless daughter.
What is happiness then ?
I want to give up, but I keep believe in God.
I am scare, and I am wounded.
My life change, by my own mistake.
I dont know how to fix it.
I want to live !
I dont want to give up !
It was sadness, it was pain and it so hurt.
Dad angry, mom angry. All is rude word around, everyday.
How long I can be strong ?
Can I see something that I can call, “Happiness ?”
