My life is a living hell,
But you could never tell.
My family is like a growing vine,
And everyone thinks we're doing fine.
We are all so poor,
The driver side was our front door.
Both Mom and Dad are in jail,
But we 3 are making it,
But feeling like hell.
We're living in a run down apartment,
Hiding from the DHS department.
We're all sticking together in loving mode,
And in each other's hearts is our home.
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Published on February 2006
My Life Is A Living Hell