my life

February 2, 2012
i grew up being abused.just a young little boy hurt,worried,and confused.just didnt know what to do.it seemed like i just bled cryed,and bruised.was i really loved?if so.then why did they choose me? to beat.they just left me crying under my bed sheets.inspired by my papa,and a kid named cudi.loved many.but couldnt trust no body.all i wanted was to be loved.forget about the money.man my life sucked.trust me dude it aint funny.

my own family didnt want me dude.and i find that kind of rude.i was the one being abused.what did i do?so I'mma do my part.aunt donna this is from the heart.tell me what did i do?you beat me for no reason.and after all you did,i still told you that i loved you.to bad i never did.youre so abusive and ignorant.and when you die,you better hope that Satan has room on his waiting list.man I'm done.deuces kid.





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