"Maybe someone will come make your life better"
In reference to my life after my grandmother had passed.
And I was never headed down a bad road, I was just in a bad place.
I don't wanna hang out with drug-addicts.
I see the bad and ugly when I'm here these days, and I know I should distance myself gradually from this life.
But then I am reminded of old loves and I can't bear to let it go.
I feel I want a bright future in this place, home...
I don't want to be around her while she's on drugs, actually I don't like who she's become at all.
And I'm a shunned kitty, but I suppose there's worse things to be; because someday I'll grow into a cat, and no one will hate me....
(Or something like that)
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