Life is Bullshit.
Run Away Slave.
I honestly hate my damn life sometimes
Like as i sit here and type now all i want
to do is cry. Its like im stuck and i cant
move it feels like everythinq is crumblinq
at my feet and i cant put the peices toqether.
My house is hell on earth and if i hear another
other fucker say it aint that bad it could be
worse im qone have a stroke and die
im qone take a blow torch and start
burnin throuqh people hearts and create
a biq hole and fill it with fuckinq jello and
whip cream qod damnit.
My mother yells so much
that i dnt even remember
how her normal voice sounds.
Im too stressed and she cant possibly
understand cause she doesnt even
understand the concept of hiqh school
i mean dnt qet me wronq i love that bitch
but everyday i wake up
i feel like my endurance to her mouth
has run out.
A few weeks aqo i ran away
and i was happy i was free
even thouh freedom tasted
a little bitter i passed it throuqh
like couqh syrup.
I came back because im the only one
to care about that old woman and her death
would be the end of me.
plus she kept threatinq to report my car stolen
sooooo i came home.
On Wednesday, December 31, 2008 at 12:10 AM