You think that your a fighter.
You think that your life is crap.
You think you belong to the world of whores.
Wake up.
The only real friends you have is none.
The friends that you have willing to do you is a hundred and one.
Is it worth it to be wanted.
And not in the right way.
Is it worth it to pretend your one of them?
I was gone for only two months, where did I go wrong?
Was I the only one holding you back?
Will it be worth it when this is all done?
When your pregnant and dead.
You say that your not like that, that you never will be.
Look at yourself now.
You are the girl that you feared.
Who you said you'd never become.
What are you trying to prove?
And to whom?
That you have a worse life than everyone else?
Look around.
You had everything.
A amazing house, a loving family, true friends.
What have you become?
