• Some times I used to cry my self to sleep hoping tomorrow would be a better day.
    Most days I wish I never wake up.
    But I met you now I actually think I have hope for a better day.
    I think you are an angle.
    My guardian angle.
    You are a pure saint from above and more people like me because of you.
    the whole reason to not give up hope.
    I also want to dedicate this poem to you.
    Your an angle from above.