Living on the edge
The edge,
You ever feel like you’re living on the edge? The red bubbling anger fills up inside me and starts to rumble. Why do I deserve this? Why do I feel the need to constantly push the people in my life who simply DONT want to be there? Mom, I’m sorry but your a peice of shit for not texting me and asking me how I am throughout the years we missed, my situationship- How dare you make me suffer day in day out without you knowing how badly your stringing me along. I feel as if I’m on a leash and you’re dragging me on the concrete like some old disheveled bike you don’t want anymore. What is this life? I don’t want to be in pain anymore? What is this? I constantly find myself lying in acid, yet to scared to move away from it. So it drives me to the people that don’t apparently want to be in my life?