Not even twenty-one yet crushed by the weight of a thousand problems Financially suffocated by a prolonged suffering which was initially avoidable and ultimately devastating
Since 'momma' kicked me out I could feel the independence Decision making and problem solving was always something I excelled in Though, it was always do as I say, not as I do
"Yes mum I'm going to college, it's looking very promising yes, I love you too"
None of this will make sense to me in five years time I'll be the same waste of space I am today but I can't let the people I love know I feel this way
Tormented and asphyxiated The best of us suffer in silence Drugs, *** and general self abuse are the only things that alleviated my sense of self worthlessness
The higher you are the further you'll have to fall because right now I am on another planet but my body was never a temple and I can tell you it's more like a post modern nightclub