so...
I ask myself.
As I sit on the front porch of the house,
Thinking.
Our future will be great!
But not anymore.
The worst has came.
Karmas a *****.
She came after you.
And it affected me.
It will eventually **** you.
And when it gets you,
I'll just laugh,
I told you so,
Not to do all those things.
But nobody listens.
To a frail girl like me.