Mom, don’t go!
She knew that morning that we were gone
She said, “Girls you may not come home”
I went to school and I was afraid
The day ended---- and it was time
A lady came in and said our father was there to pick us up,
She lied,
I walked out with my sister to see two state cops and our social worker standing there
So young but forced to grow up so fast
I made a suicide book, of stick figures and knifes
I guess you can say I’m a mommy’s girl
Being without her is normal now
It’s been 4 years and she still won’t try
I live in a foster home, it’s more of a family then I’ve ever had