Half Empty

This is going to go no further if you can’t treat me right.

Everyday, you bring me down. Down to your level. I can’t do that anymore. From now on, I’m not going to take that. Not any longer. Why should I?

I am beautiful, you treat me like trailer trash. Fuck that, and Fuck you.

I can’t tell you it was me.

I just can’t.

We had an encounter. I was nervous.

It went well, but made things worse for me in the long run.

The way it felt in my mind was like a breath of fresh air, closing my eyes on a warm, sunny day, mist collecting on the peachfuzz of my cheeks.

But in reality, it was dark and musty, as i fanned myself with the freezer door.

you want me to notice, i know this

i had focus, but i lost it

do you think its easy?

having no home, money, job, or car.

I can’t escape, even if i wanted too.

Do you think its easy to hate your own mother?

You can’t take back the threats, but at the same time you don’t want to.

Is it easy to live in a world so cold?

Is it hard to know the future is unpredictable?

I don’t know what will happen to us.

US, me and you

So many problems, hidden behind your fake ass smile.

i want to get out, but no where to go.

i want to seek, but nothing to find.

i want to know, but can not understand.

your touch keeps my alive

i rely on you the most

enough to mask my happiness, and take the blows