Dec 2014
When i was a boy, i smiled.
I smiled like life was perfect, in my mind it was, because its all i ever knew. I smiled untill i grew, an as i grew bigger my smile grew smaller, doctors still havent noticed the corelation of a kid who gets more depressed as they get taller. What they dont know the taller you are the farther you fall, so i now spend some night curled in a ball wishing i was small. My doctor offered pills, but my depression is a devopment of my surroundings, the government calls it middle class poverty, where we dont have food in the fridge but of coarse the government doesnt give a **** because the class we barely fall in.. so we fall deeper into debt, having to hold our breath so we dont drown in the red. Some days id rather be dead, or at least gone far away but by the time Dawn comes i realize im here to stay, i have a responsibility here to watch out for my little brother and sister. And i smile as i watch them grow every day, Im also trying stay in a school i barely fit in, still broke . 17 dollars an 12 cents, the amount of money i currently have in my bank account. The worst part it is more then my parents so for the next three days i have to eat n buy gas, i know at twice the deal i can get an extra large peperonie pizza for 7 dollars and 90 cents leaving me with 9 dollars and 22 cents and its 3 dollars n 50 cents to get there n back to my sweetheart but 8 dollars for school so people wonder why the poor end up like fools the numbers just never added up. Its not our fault, so we beg and like a taunt the government offers 30 percent off tuition like its a gift dont waste it but most kids in my stand point could never taste it we are trapped.
I smiled like life was perfect, in my mind it was, because its all i ever knew. I smiled untill i grew, an as i grew bigger my smile grew smaller, doctors still havent noticed the corelation of a kid who gets more depressed as they get taller. What they dont know the taller you are the farther you fall, so i now spend some night curled in a ball wishing i was small. My doctor offered pills, but my depression is a devopment of my surroundings, the government calls it middle class poverty, where we dont have food in the fridge but of coarse the government doesnt give a **** because the class we barely fall in.. so we fall deeper into debt, having to hold our breath so we dont drown in the red. Some days id rather be dead, or at least gone far away but by the time Dawn comes i realize im here to stay, i have a responsibility here to watch out for my little brother and sister. And i smile as i watch them grow every day, Im also trying stay in a school i barely fit in, still broke . 17 dollars an 12 cents, the amount of money i currently have in my bank account. The worst part it is more then my parents so for the next three days i have to eat n buy gas, i know at twice the deal i can get an extra large peperonie pizza for 7 dollars and 90 cents leaving me with 9 dollars and 22 cents and its 3 dollars n 50 cents to get there n back to my sweetheart but 8 dollars for school so people wonder why the poor end up like fools the numbers just never added up. Its not our fault, so we beg and like a taunt the government offers 30 percent off tuition like its a gift dont waste it but most kids in my stand point could never taste it we are trapped.
