When I first came here
I thought things were going to get better.
I had this image inside my head
of how things were going to be.
Not perfect, of course not....
Just the simple yet happy life
I always prayed for
before going to sleep.
Contentment was suppose to be,
but in the end they were questions
of how, what and why.
I was a child, I didn't know
so what gives HIM the right
to take happiness from me?
Life itself was supposed
to be filled with memorable memories,
both pleasant and not;
to share with those whom you love
and cherish to look back.
In the end my past is full of hurt
and dark alleys everywhere I go,
yet here I am smiling for
the life that I now have.