“My Angels” by Anonymous

I have so many things to write. 

Thanks for what you gave me. 

Thanks for teaching me how to respect.

I always spend my time crying, thinking about how they left.

Anger that they run through my veins and not being able to hug them, I have not yet erased their memories 

kneeling on my mural, thinking and crying about how they change my life.

Listening to my family crying and screaming saying come back screaming non-stop saying that you supported the family but now.

They are not here anymore.

I already lost once and I lost again, thinking what my life would be like, if I had not left their life.

I want to see you again.

I want to see you again. 

Listening to my family crying and screaming saying come back screaming non-stop saying that you supported the family but now.

They are not here anymore 

They are not here anymore 

They are not here anymore 

They are not here anymore 

They are not here anymore 

I want to see you again 

I want to see you again

I want to see you again

I want to see you again