You steal my drugs
Take my money
You look at me and think
"What's wrong, honey?"
Go behind my back
Feed me ******* lies
I can never confront you
So I let it out and cry
You try to make me happy
In doing what you please
But don't you ever notice,
I'm everything but at ease
Your mad at me when I'm "not happy"
But that's because im "being ******"
You've tried to mend these broken strings
But all you've done is break my wings
You ******* druggies
I can't take it anymore
I'm ready to leave
Break open a new door
One with a life of trust and respect
Where my life won't be
Such a wreck
It's my fault for enabling you
But you tugged at my heart strings
Guilt tripped me two for two
And here I am back at the start
Trying to build back up
What keeps falling apart
There's only so many times
I'll keep going around
Until Ive done my time
And I'm ready to bound
No respect or privacy for own things. My prescriptions are my business, mine. Does anyone have boundary or respect for their own daughter? Their own sister? What happened to such novelties... The worst part is this isn't the first time. My naivety for Hope is growing thin in the time of blind rage fury. I wish I would know better not to let them break down my walls I've built to keep them out smh