i miss my mom, i miss getting drunk every night with my brother, i miss my big bedroom with my own shower and big closet, i miss my pc, i miss my friends living close
i wish i didnt be so stupid as to fall for my dads tricks, he did the same to me as he did my mother, baiting me into fighting back for once only to use it as a example of my insanity
i wish i didnt get arrested and disowned
im now stuck out hours into the country, far from the thing i finally accepted and tried to reach for, people.
i hate that i an atheist am stuck in my step grandmothers old religious psychosis room
i sleep rot and weep in a bright turqoise room filled with jesus mementos
the only thing good i get out of this hell is night, at night i binge listen to decalius, crawl out of the tiny window just above the old shrine, and i get the privledge to sit on a high up roof and see the stars
ive always hated the country but beared through it for the stars, i love stars
my grandpas home overlooks woods and a big lake, and after giving up all my belongings and those i love i atleast get the peace of music, ciggaretes, and a view i would have killed for as a kid
i miss what i had so much but atleast ive been granted the simplicity of something so pretty
maybe if i push hard enough and hurt myself lots ill get old enough to have things back i miss
but i think im happier sticking to my plan of biding my time until i kill myself
with my illness' and beleifs im set to die soon before even 25
atleast i can wait out my demise in such a lovely place
i wish i didnt be so stupid as to fall for my dads tricks, he did the same to me as he did my mother, baiting me into fighting back for once only to use it as a example of my insanity
i wish i didnt get arrested and disowned
im now stuck out hours into the country, far from the thing i finally accepted and tried to reach for, people.
i hate that i an atheist am stuck in my step grandmothers old religious psychosis room
i sleep rot and weep in a bright turqoise room filled with jesus mementos
the only thing good i get out of this hell is night, at night i binge listen to decalius, crawl out of the tiny window just above the old shrine, and i get the privledge to sit on a high up roof and see the stars
ive always hated the country but beared through it for the stars, i love stars
my grandpas home overlooks woods and a big lake, and after giving up all my belongings and those i love i atleast get the peace of music, ciggaretes, and a view i would have killed for as a kid
i miss what i had so much but atleast ive been granted the simplicity of something so pretty
maybe if i push hard enough and hurt myself lots ill get old enough to have things back i miss
but i think im happier sticking to my plan of biding my time until i kill myself
with my illness' and beleifs im set to die soon before even 25
atleast i can wait out my demise in such a lovely place