A yard with no grass...

A yard with no grass...
A small house...
A kitchen...
A bathroom...
A living space...
My girls...
My man...
Our dog...
No fights...
Plenty of love...

These are the things I desire...

Food...
Shelter...
Medical coverage...
Plenty of love...

These are things I need...

Well, Me, Ok...

I like to cry in the shower where no one else can see...
This makes it easier to lie about how okay is me...
I try not to flinch from the fear of being hit...
I try not to fib about loss that I must admit...
I am a suicidal runaway that has strayed from both these ills...
I strive and climb and overcome with shear force of my wills...
I am alone though I am far from so...
I try so hard to finish last or just not go..
Before I meet my end I will tell my story...
Some is sweet but much is considered gory..