Love.
My security blanket.
Living in a world of
Should have's
If's
And what might have been's---
My friend got busted last week
Makes me take a second look
At where I'm going
And I've been asking myself why.
I can't blame my parents
There are others that stayed strong
When I broke.
Funny thought-
I'm broken.
I miss my father
I felt so burdened by his constant
Bitching.
But now I think
At least he talked to me---
And I'm tired of hating my mother
You only get one
One day I'll regret my coldness
But today. . . she left me first---
I never really liked school
Now I despise it
I'm itching. . . counting down the days
(39) till summer break---
I'll admit. . .its not just the shoelaces
I'd rather not look into their eyes
Or my own--- damn
I just want to go home---
School---pot---sleep > my life in three words
It's really sad
And yet. . . I do nothing to change
I let it stay the same
And whine
I wrote this about a year ago
© 2007 Jaded Ireland
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