I try to be respectable. Try to be responsible, accountable, dependable, and everything-you-want-able. I’m clawin at the walls, runnin down the halls, lookin for a door to open to the answers that im lookin for to make this life-a livable, enjoyable, sustainable, endurable. I cant keep guessing at ev-ery single turn. I cant live my life the way I am with this guessing game you put me through. All I want is love from you. All my life is just for you, to clothe you, to feed you, to help you, to save you. But at every turn I’m knocked down. Every effort shot down. Nothing but defeat, feeling beat. Honestly, I don’t know how much I can take before I absolutely break.
It needs some work, I know.
