He's never there
she doesnt care.
ashamed they both are
it could leave a scar.
this made me feel so low
so i thought i should just go.
like they say in rome
there's no place like home.
i tried to off myself i felt so responsible
but sadly i just ended up in the ******* hospital.
crazy place i went where the time well spent
went home where nothing changed not even a dent.
a year later i had an anniversary
ha.. got me needing a nursery.
but here i am
not giving a ****.
but still thinking of ways
to spent most days.
and still thinking of plans
to end my demands.
by anniversary i ment a relapsation. you'd be surprised how many people get sent to a mental hospital. its not as stereo types make it seem its just like.. a baby proofed everything building with REALLY nice people and good food. c: it helps. oh and they watch u and have the days planned out for u to do activities that'll help you. no straight jackets or empty cushioned rooms. v.v
