early Tuesday morning. 5:am Just finished packing my car The morning air is an uncomfortable kind of sharp The wind only makes it worse. I’m just about ready to leave this shit hole before the sun comes out so I don’t have to see how ugly it is. the morning sun is harsh and I don’t want to be stuck in traffic.
I don’t say goodbye I haven’t told anyone where I’m going cause I don’t even know I give my cats some love and close the door behind me as I get in the car I shiver and shake inside warming up my car watching my own breath I am beside myself this was my only option … well not my only option
but I’ll save that for another day
heading out of this town I begin to feel okay I think I might get a new number go by some other name just so I don’t feel the same as I did here when I get to wherever I go I don’t know.
i don’t have respect for people
who put through
shit
they wouldn’t be able to sit
through themselves.
i don’t have respect
and I no longer will obey
anything they have to say
cause i’ve listen before
and it’s coke talk
joke talk
talk talk talk talk
blah blah blah blah
drunk gossip
drama addicted
high school
think you’re cool
child’s play
shit show parade
down the garbage shoot
to hell
oh fucking well
you guys earned it
hope you like the taste
of what you put others through
oh… no? you don’t like it at all -????
of course not…
not when it’s YOU
but you have no problems
doing what you do
to everyone else
would you do this to your daughter?
tell her to suck it up?
no. you wouldn’t
fuck you!!!!
( – i hope you learn your lesson but i doubt that you will)
starts with a cat or maybe the <a href=”http://<iframe style=”width:120px;height:240px;” marginwidth=”0″ marginheight=”0″ scrolling=”no” frameborder=”0″ src=”//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ss&ref=as_ss_li_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=kyokocole0b-20&language=en_US&marketplace=amazon®ion=US&placement=B07VWK17VV&asins=B07VWK17VV&linkId=a5d18ade1e12a0f3a8bed1448afdbfef&show_border=true&link_opens_in_new_window=true”>booze either way i rarely seem to win yet always seem to lose. you tingle and mingle you have taught yourself to become numb i stupidly follow your fucked up trail the trap you leave with each crumb.
it starts with a smile followed by a kiss but after awhile it’s only the ghost i miss
some stairs going up only leading me down backwards path i can’t do the math but i know that’s where you go always way down low where nothing can grow a basement a ditch a switch a dungeon a dark prison vault a bottomless pit full of your shit yet you always make it my fault.
i am not here nor am i there i am no longer anywhere not like you care if i am or if i’m not but i got something in my pocket and whatever is left in my heart and that right now for me… is a good place to start. or end…
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