Life is like an unfinished book,
the more you live the more gets written.
And just like books, there's a good part
and a bad part.
Other people reading this book
probably can't sympathize with the bad parts
they might forget what happened.

That's why it hurt when
i was given the cold shoulder,
everyone knew my mom
passed away.
I used to talk to everyone,
but now I'm like a ghost walking.
Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
about how I may feel,
about how hard it was for me.
No consultant
and no friends,
I felt like I could just die.
No one would probably notice anyway...