My life seems to keep on failing, and I'm not getting anywhere- so the only thing I can try not to fail at, is music.... It took twelve years for my family to finally have the guts, and come out to say it. Now I stand here today, in my empty room filled with my packed belongings. In my hands, I'm hold letter saying that I have been disowned. DISOWNED. And I know that my family has some mental issues, but I can't be that bad of a kid. I take a hold of my bag and begin to walk. To where? I don't know, but right now, anywhere but here sounds pretty