Screams of laughter
Fill my ghetto block
That's our nick name anyways
Because every door and window we lock

When the night comes
We secure the our house
For fear of people just walking in
Or someone getting out

We keep safe
Because on the street
There are quite some odd
People you will meet

A man with grey hairs
Asked me for my digits
He wanted me to ******* for him
I told him where he could stick it

The house three doors down
Has barred windows and large doors
A women's shelter it is
To stop the domestic wars

The neighbor kid hides in fear
In his closet deep
For fear his daddy with his gun
Might return to collect his keep

A flock of foster kids
Lives right behind us too
One is confused and misses his mom
Jail time for what she didn't do

A child molester lives two roads down
And he is a level three
We avoid him and have caution
All the kids leave him be

Police sirens wail often
Every once in a while a startling shot
I hear dogs bark and cats hiss
A woman ran over in a parking lot

Gang wars and turf wars
A crack house four blocks down
But for people who just drive by
It might not seem too bad a place to be around

We make the best with what we've got
We have a few neighbors who look after us
We try to be as normal as we can
But normal is something we cannot trust

Of our three cities
Our area is called The Ghetto
We don't earn our name for no reason
It's because of the creepy pedos

I cry as I write
Because a passion builds
A frustration in my mind
And my head chills

*******.
For making me love you
Making me feel
The way I do

The ache in my heart
The salt water in my eyes
The screams of frustration
The scares I try to hide

I thought I was over you
I thought we could be friends
But the mention of her name
Puts me on edge

You don't talk to me for days
But you go on dates with her
We use to stay up all night together
But now my nights are painful blurs

I just want to be loved
If not by you
Then at least someone who might treat me right
Who might hold me at night

Who will care for me
And not break my heart every other week
Who won't cheat or use me
Make me feel empty and bleak

But my single issue
With finding someone else
Is having to deal with the fact that
They simply aren't you

I hear you praise her
Again and again of her beauty
You speak softly to me
The list of things you have in common
And I smile

You talk about her hair
Her short but built body
The girl's perfect frame
And perfect smile
And I nod

But what ever happened to us?
The midnight calls
Late night texts
The warmth we shared in bed?
And I cry

Because once you have her
Once she finally becomes yours
What's already dwindled away
Into a dry trickle of a stream of understanding
Will become nothing

I will mean nothing to you
I almost mean nothing now
As you stay up late with her
And I lay in bed clutching a pillow
Wishing it was you

I dont wanna waste my
Breathe on things I'm trying to
Forget my past is troubled and
Behind me....
And take your weary soul to
Bed, these voices in my
Head are reminding me of
My faults

I always thought when I was with
You the sky would open
Up and thered be something
New I sometimes like to dream that if I close my eyes I'd see
You

But the bed is growing
Cold and my hands search for
Your sweaty skin, and
Instead I hear the door click
Behind you and it begins

So I cry
I cry out for you
I lay in the bed
Thoughts filled with dread as
Your footsteps echo on the linoleum
And I cry again

I dare not move in hopes
I'll hear your feet smacking the
Hard cold floor again
Sprinting back into my arms
In this lifeless bed
Where our lifeless dreams lay with

We had high hopes
And now we're only
Sinking
Into our mess we have made