9-20-15 seven days clean
You say, "I wasn't being serious"
But it feels so fucking real to me
When it hits like a hurricane
And stabs like a knife.
It feels like an avalanche
But you've been my whole life
So I live amongst the heartbreak
And chaos and it isn't very nice.
I tell my real family
And they're fire to your ice.
I keep on praying I'll get my own life
And perhaps I won't hear "what you do isn't right!"
- (m.m)