You have a two year old daughter She’s beautiful and smart She’s you’re whole world Someday she’ll be where I am 19 and working in a resteraunt to get through college And I’m sure You’d be sick if anyone treated her the way you treat me So why do you do it?
so here I am all alone procrastinating not studying for my tests but trying to interpret the weird dream I had that I was babysitting Kanye's kids and they were being mean to me
It's hard for me to admit to you how much I regret leaving but it was necessary. It's hard for me to admit to you that I'm broken and I don't know how to heal. It's hard for me to admit to you all of these things so I write them here in this poem that I refuse to let you read.