breathkeepsusalive

holy fuck i can’t do anything right there are bullet holes in my veins that were burned every fucking time i disappointed someone i tripped on daisies on my way to the playground i got sidetracked through a trail of vines and thorns and fallout and the prettiest of all always had the worst prickers i dont mean to be this big mistake i try my hardest i do what i can when i can but my ambitions are simply to survive and not to be bigger than this world i dont see why they couldn’t just see me for the person i am i am not better i am not greater i am not something more than my situation i am a person.

And you ask me,      why are you such a prude? You say,      its just a couple drinks. I grew up the daughter of two coulda-been-somebodies, who drowned in the childhoods neither could let go. Alcohol scented goodnights, and fights that never really ended. Screaming and insults that I can't forget, but can't seem to remember. Nights where I didn't really have a home. Ten years apart from my brother, And growing up faster than anyone ever should. Jumping from home to home, Feeling lost where ever I was. Bruises my mother forgot with another bottle down, and another, " But it wasn't his fault." And those nights their anger turned to me