Why is being alive so expensive? I'm not even having a good time. Like what's the point if you aren't even having a good time?
If I was, I would be smiling, laughing, and have great friends that I can share it with.
But I'm not, instead I am crying and surrounded by people who are toxic for me, without even realizing it.She let you into our lives like it was a good thing, but little did she know... you are one of those toxic people. If only you didn't drink, if only you didn't have to be such an asshole, then maybe... just maybe.. I would've liked you, and she would be the same old mother I knew back then, but she has been intoxicated by you.
If it weren't for you, we would still be happy, we would still be laughing... we would still be a family...
I hate you for what you have done to us...
YOU ARE READING
Spoken Words
PoetryLittle spoken works that I have written about Depression and Anxiety and... anything really!