Monday, 28 September 2009

walking contradiction

as soon as something nice happens to me and i'm happy
they have to ruin it for me
sometimes i feel like a stranger in my own flat
like i don't really live here i'm just a guest in my own place
the thing is
i want to go home so badly
and i can't i know my mum keeps telling me that my room always there
that i can come home any time i want
that it's alright if i don't want to do this

but it isn't true
i can't let them down
i'm stuck with me all the time.

i know i'm not alright
but they don't have to.

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