look at me now.

Friday, 15 April 2016

your mama says.

I got sent back, suddenly remembering.
Forgot it existed, can't believe it happened.

I'm out for hours, come home tired.
I'm out they get bothered, when I'm in they can't stay quiet.
I find a way to be useful, still useless.
Never good enough, never bloody enough they can't see it.

Like a flipped of a switch, it hit me.
Last time you said, you hope I die.
Last time you said, I should've died.
Last time you said, I'm better off dead.
Last time you said, come back.
Last time, I listened.
Last time, I did.

This time I won't.
This time, forget last time
fuck next time.

-riri-

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