Status: It is what it is
Spinning Insanity
I'm Taking Back The Life You Stole
I don't know if they think I'm stupid or something,
But they were trying to hide the fact that they had a party.
Yet they were still talking about it in like "code" or something.
hey I have your bag that you left at my house.
This weekend went by too fast
We should hang out again tomorrow.
All of these things were said when they thought I was talking to someone else.
I'm going to give them another chance.
I will probably always give them one more chance...
I just can't trust them anymore.
My mother was trying to tell me how ungrateful I am.
She listed off all the things she does for me.
She asked what it was I did for her.
I could feel tears coming so I walked away.
The thing I do for her is try.
I've raised my grades.
I don't burden her with my problems.
I try SO FUCKING HARD and she can't see that.
I could care less if I got an A or a B
I could care less if I go to all these after school activities.
I do it for her even after the shitty way she treats me.
It's the least I can do while I'm still living here.
I'm not dead.
I AM NOT living because of her.
But I'm not dead yet because I want to prove her wrong.
I want to be dead to her as a daughter.
I will leave her.
I will kill off this life.
Which will be like I'm dead to her.
And I get to watch her go through it.
Now it's her turn to feel like shit.
She still makes me wanna die but I won't give her the satisfaction.
I am so sorry I can't be perfect mother.
I am going to get my life back and you won't be included.
But they were trying to hide the fact that they had a party.
Yet they were still talking about it in like "code" or something.
hey I have your bag that you left at my house.
This weekend went by too fast
We should hang out again tomorrow.
All of these things were said when they thought I was talking to someone else.
I'm going to give them another chance.
I will probably always give them one more chance...
I just can't trust them anymore.
My mother was trying to tell me how ungrateful I am.
She listed off all the things she does for me.
She asked what it was I did for her.
I could feel tears coming so I walked away.
The thing I do for her is try.
I've raised my grades.
I don't burden her with my problems.
I try SO FUCKING HARD and she can't see that.
I could care less if I got an A or a B
I could care less if I go to all these after school activities.
I do it for her even after the shitty way she treats me.
It's the least I can do while I'm still living here.
I'm not dead.
I AM NOT living because of her.
But I'm not dead yet because I want to prove her wrong.
I want to be dead to her as a daughter.
I will leave her.
I will kill off this life.
Which will be like I'm dead to her.
And I get to watch her go through it.
Now it's her turn to feel like shit.
She still makes me wanna die but I won't give her the satisfaction.
I am so sorry I can't be perfect mother.
I am going to get my life back and you won't be included.
♠ ♠ ♠
March 4th 2014 come faster so I can finally leave