If my dad says I can not live
with him for at least a month,
I will be homeless.
And more than likely,
car less too.
Possibly dead.
My tires are bald,
about to blow out,
but I don't have the money
to replace them.
I'm praying they last at least
9 days.
I have nowhere to go;
and I can't stay here.
I need to save money to get my
own place,
but I'll never be able to
save 1200$.
I don't know what to do.
Especially if my tires blow.
Well, at least then I'm sure to be dead.
This isn't even a poem.
Just a lot of my thoughts that
I can't stop thinking about here lately.
I am *******.