The Life I Never Asked For

About my life, the reason is not where I live and how crank control's my mother and her life. I can hear my brother shagging with a crack whore in the living room theirs no one but D.C.F. for me to talk to. Besides of being accused by them of betrayal and for obvious reason's that's why I won't, I was told my dad got killed in Afghanistan I never saw him. I never touched drugs. Other's say they never will. Tonight, my mom and brother are going to go to jail. And I again will be left, alone. So as I sit here, hungry and freezing, wishing someone could come and save me I realize I'm on my own and nobody's is coming here to save me. I'm afraid that my creative juice's have dried up. Merry Christmas.