Named too late
• Written by Anonymous
Little boy, what's in store
Last resort, opens door
Back of till ,her support
Escort back, Just ignored
Get back home, constant war
No love, ever scorned
All we are is an ever- chore
Too young, she's on the floor
Horde of pills, Nearly killed
get's back, takes her fill
Every day, an overkill
Getting scared, she's real ill
Either side, both at nil
My life, it's downhill
Sis' in tears, Try to help
Dad at edge, Loosing will
Little boy,
Feedback & Comments
About the Artist