23 Feb 2015
"There is green beyond these walls, air isn't so precious; go in there without fear and breathe."
That's what I told myself walking into court.
There was a cute guy in there I don't even know what for and it had seemed at the time my day off was going to be a good one.
I ended up fighting with my mum outside of the courthouse and walking home.
It's hot and I'm tired.
And I'm not sure living seems so appealing anymore.
Once I get enough money; I'm leaving this shit hole.
I'm never getting married and if I have kids I will never tell them about this place.
Too much had happened and I've gone too far to turn back.
I want to forget but it's hard to while I'm living it.
I want something or someone to look forward to.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
