5 years ago. January 9, 2019 at 6:58 AM
At night i lay in my bed and think of all da ways i can become just as little as I'm made to feel. Maybe then all the bullshit will miss me. Nothing is ever right. All i do is wrong. Why deal? Why go threw so much? Nothing ever change either. Same words, same hurt, same promises and the same love. No visitors huh? All i get is work and home. All you get is the city. Spies here spies there. Lying here and lying good enough for doubt to build a hill full of bullshit. Damn this my life?
