You know, my life isn’t that flexible..
Al those things what happened to me ho..
When I was six, I started the fight,
My sweet best friend, my grandpa died..
He was that special men,
Even when he had to play that stupid game again..
But years after years, I finally could stop my tears..
After 3 difficult years..
Then there was a hit, in two thousand six..
It was some real painful shit,
My friend committed suicide..
It was killing me in- and outside!
Had no idea what to do,
but my ex-boyfriend helped me through..
Was trying to keep my head up ..
Till I heard from my ex that he was dying..
I was shocked, sad, scared,
The only thing I could do was crying..
Eleventh, it was the day ..
That my sweetheart went away!
Nobody could help him to stay,
His muscles couldn’t stay his brains ..
My life poured in.. didn’t know were I could begin.
Everything started to spin .. it was an completely dustbin!
Now, after almost nine months, I’m still wondering why..
Why these special persons had to go, at those lonely nights..