I always cried at night wondering why my life is so mess up? I cried so hard I could no longer breathe and fill my lungs with the oxygen it needs.You may wonder why does a 15 yr old boy cry? Shouldn’t he be a man?
First, listen to my voice that I wish people would hear and understand because what your about to hear will echo in your ears and will make you feel the pain that I feel.
I live day by day like any other person. I don’t show my weakness or neither talk about my past. I am a foster kid or was one. Yet you may wonder what bring me to this stage of life.
to be continue…