Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read
Sides
No one on my side but me
Helping others in exchange for a travesty
Of my life led used and abused
Feelings start to get confused
Loving them loving me loving the idea
Of a love I know to be true
Getting high, hearing Lies, thinking I want you
You or what you represent
The love mom never gave
Take it to my grave
"Friends" and means to an end
A broken heart never to mend
Living it, loving it, hating it, debating it, always showing up late a bit,
Can't seem to get the hang of it, always taking the bait i outweigh it trying to wait it out, can't get out, wanna get out, gotta get back, gonna make it. I think.
