I have been indoors, reflecting on my life over the years. I have battled with life, just to survive. At times I feel it's not worth living but at times I feel I should continue because there's some glimpse of hope ahead.
Today I battled with people trying to take away my only joy. A battle of word and emotions, I wish they had just shot me so I cease to live with this injustice. I wish I never had it, than have but struggle with keeping it(my joy). Please don't ask what, because it's too devastating to mention.
Love keep me going, I mean people's love. Though I don't have the money and the cars, yet they are still people that love and cherish me the way I am. There are still people that believe I can.
I choose to live because there's light at the end of the turnel.
I lost my father, but now something more precious is about to be taken away.