Would You Trade Your Life For Mine

Chapter one was that, I confessed only to him and that when I was three, my mum tried to kill me. Taken away from this cruel world, I just cried. To which by whom I was sent to live with my dad. Under investigation for dealing drugs, we were always moving, moving around until. Hiding from thugs who carried guns, when I turned twelve he was shot. By now you have guessed, I am black. Chapter two, the foster home where I was sent to live. I got put into a mostly all only white camp, where four month's out of the year I was white. Being confused I met a girl who liked me she was the boy and I played the girl, she was everything to me he was not. Where she touched me, I touched her back and she told me two things, that I can be loved or cannot that it's to be seen or not touched. That it must be felt by the heart and that trust is a mirror and that once it is cracked it can never be broken again. Chapter three and what you will never see is the light on the pond the rippled reflection, a picture of you and of me. I waited one day just to be sure, before I asked her back out. That very same day before I could say, she shot herself. Should I still blame my self? I should have asked her that very same day, I could have saved her. Now I'm not here very much, so if you want to hear another confession don't reply to this you can text me at..123-456-789-10.. and ask for my conscious here.