a loving mother and father
they are so nice and good to you...
they take the time to teach you...
but most of the time they are not home...
when i was little i hate it, felt so sad and cried about it
most days parents where not home
and that was when i turned 6
it was only me and my sister...
as i got a bit older my mother would not be home at night
i would watch tv or play by myself
i was scared of the dark
it felt boring
and when u wake up the next morning u see here there and then she leaves
soon i got so used to it, some days i will hate it but now i don't even want her at home
i want to be home alone staring at the computer and not knowing what to do
doesn't feel like home
no one to talk to
when u want to chat about it no one does
i do get that no one will get what I'm saying and they don't want to talk about it
but at the same time they talk about other stuffs, i don;t want to talk about
i just wanted one minute of attention just all for myself
doesn't seem like I'll have it
soon enough u will here me say that my parents are dead......................
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