I thought that all of
My obstacles were behind
Me,
I thought I had been through it all,
Until I got to this point of my life,
Where life is what I’d explain
My designation of hell,
Hell like no other because
Unlike her,
Waking up with nail polish gritty is hell to her,
When hell to me is not
Waking up at all,
I cannot pass this obstacle,
Because for some reason
It keeps showing up,
Over, and over,
Without a explanation I stop
Because I give up
For it’s only going to get harder,
To her hell going to sleep at night
With her parents in separate bed,
Hell to me is waking up with
No parents at all.

 
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