At times like these i wish i had a shoulder to rest my head on and just cry my hart out, how long must won person go with out love, a happy home, with out having to put on a mask of a lie of being happy, and most of all pain. i never asked for what has bin put on my shoulders of the berdin i have to look after, i hate being the last of my blood line. All i ask for is to have a life i don't have to be in constant with the people that are only looking out for what my dad in trusted me with , it feels more like a curs.