Annaerb Jones

A grown woman looking through a hurt child’s eyes. Wanting to be loved, in need of drugs. Love hurts, I am bruised, I`ve been abused. Since grade school life`s been a joke and I’m not amused. I don`t like people because I can`t trust them. I was abandoned at age seven. I cry because I am not who everybody wants me to be.

I am not who I want to be.

I`m a nobody.

I`m no good.

I`m always misunderstood.

I`m tired of being Bre!