Every night I vocalize my troubles to the heavens, to the One that I know will always listen
these recurring problems never seem to end taking in all the pain of the words you never fully thought of before hitting send
I grew accustomed to a life where the bad outweighs the good yet I continue to be patient... I continue to be misunderstood.
"Phoebe talk to her she wishes you best, she wishes you well" I know that's true and that I should not dwell - but mother sometimes you speak so evil, like a demon straight out of hell.