I'm alive but it seems like I can't do anything right
I've felt that way the majority of my life
Woe isn't me
Some days I loathe myself enough to worry
It consoles buried parts of my soul
How tears remind you of better moments
When time was my only opponent an sorrow wasn't the only thing distracting me from feeling hopeless
Comfort isn't important
Mine at least
It sucks that you can't instantaneously see in the moment how the pain one feels as a concerned parent supplemented such an important need
To hope that you understand it didn't go how I planned
She made two beautiful girls with the terrible person she chose to sell
If they cared they wouldn't have welcomed the lies you had to tell
I know that much
Any society moving towards progression wouldn't just lock people up
Preying...