The homeless shelter I was suspended from has my drugs and I'm craving.
I was fired from a new job after a week for bull**** reasons.
My mom is sick of me living with her in her tiny 1br studio apartment.
I can't seem to afford living happily in the city I grew up in.
I can't walk past a liquor store without at least considering getting a drink.
I'm seeing three therapists, two of which are court-appointed and none of which are really helping.
I'm 23 and can't seem to move on from being 14. **** life. **** it in the ass and say bitch, you're ****ing mine.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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