ill be coming home ,
just to see you stoned ,
higher then a plane ,
you've gone insane ,
love you ,
love you not ,
is this really home ,
im not happy ,
im ready to run ,
i dont care ,
as long as its not here ,
i want fresh air ,
not to be second hand stoned ,
i dont want your life ,
i want my own ,
leave me alone ,
dont push me ,
dont yell at me ,
im not scared of you anymore ,
hit me ,
i'll hit you back ,
tell me to get the fuck out ,
theres the door ,
get your shit and leave ,
i dont want you here ,
so leave .
- Author: kelseyroy ( Offline)
- Published: September 8th, 2010 16:34
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
strong and real
Thaanks , its easy to be real with your writing when you have actually been through it
I could really relate to that..
And your not the only one . im sorry for you . i know how it feels . i wish every night i had something better
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