One More Time......
- Mar27/09 17:12:55
- Listening To Screams
- Feeling Calm
- Smoking a a Dream
One more time, i deal with getting yelled at for no reason, my mom wants one of my pipes this time, saying i broke all of hers, i only have 2, one is my girls which she bought, and one is 1 that i have, she screams at me, yelling at the top of her lungs, that im a piece of shit, i dont do anything, and for me to shape up or get out of her house... then asks me to get her a quarter pound, i just sigh, nothing i do is good enough...
Why do i do what i do without doing what i want to do?
I dont even know anymore, nor do i care it seems.......
Wish i had weed, thinking of a relaxing thought that seems to last for hours, but only dwindles but a few seconds, before im forced back into this form, into this mind, and into this place where im forced to call home, One more time....
I can call this place, something it isnt... "Home" this isnt a home, this is a mental prison, a place that isnt even ment for anyone to live, in.
Why do i even care for these people? why do i even deal with, there shit? Why do i even accept there agression, why do i accept there curses, there words of hatred, but yet, i smile and i nod, sighing to myself, why do i deal with these people... i wonder what i should do, disappear on the first or... just disappear....