Passing by

Poeple passing by, they walk away from you. Or disappear for a while. And then come back with a slap in your face, your stomach. Figuratively seen. Why does this happen to me, you think. I don't know, Caroline. Who can tell me about the mean things in live you have to face? But don't wanna face, of course?? Why does this happen to me, always? That sucks! Where is my home? At home with my family and friends? Or abroad where I always wanted to go since I was little. I'm so scared of death in poverty. In anger. In chaos of life! Who helps me out, if I fall again? My dad is not there anymore. He's gone so many times ago. Well, not for real. But for me :-(. Fucker! Iwanna live my dreams I have!

I just wanna listen to my big heart! Like I always did before.
Cu. Zandra