You ask me if I’m alright
As always I don’t answer properly, I just bite
I might say I’m fine
But that’s just another one of my lies
You should be able to see from my eyes
Six years and you still can’t tell
I’m living a life of hell
It’s not you I promise honey
I just want some more money
And to live somewhere sunny
They say happiness comes from within
I wouldn’t know where to begin
In fact I don’t even know the meaning
Hurt is all that I am feeling
But at least that means I’m still breathing,
Right?
About the Creator
This One Time At Starbucks
The Pug was sitting inside a red wagon with wooden sides and plastered with stickers like ‘Doggy Power!” and “I'm a puppy at heart", and other such nonsense. Judging by that and the amount of doggy things the woman had with her, including a bag that looked a lot like a diaper bag, and the way the lady's entire universe was circling around this mutt, I'd say this was her child. She was the type of woman, who, when asked about grandkids, she'd say, "This is your grandchild."
By Becky Troupa day ago in Humans
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