neverwas
Bluelighter
i tried today to save what was mine.
to walk away feeling proud and lifted up.
"carry yourself higher girl"
dad would say.
but i still think i look like a clown.
so many people say so many nice things.
like how much im "respected in the business"
and how much ive changed
since i dusted off my wings.
if you're doing something you love
shouldnt that be all that matters?
if you have finally filled that hole in your life
how can you be lonely?
why does the one/thing you love become
your exsistence.
suddenly everything begins to matter...
you get out of me the respect that you only put in.
i wont work for peanuts
or put up with any of your abusive shit.
"here its only a bit more..."
no not me.
i never will give in.
i tried today to save what was mine.
but instead i met the toilet bowl and i fell like a lump,
limp and onto the floor.
i held my own hair back this time
and moaned as the pain is ignored.
then i got up and went about my day
and abused myself
like a woman, that has been scorned.
to walk away feeling proud and lifted up.
"carry yourself higher girl"
dad would say.
but i still think i look like a clown.
so many people say so many nice things.
like how much im "respected in the business"
and how much ive changed
since i dusted off my wings.
if you're doing something you love
shouldnt that be all that matters?
if you have finally filled that hole in your life
how can you be lonely?
why does the one/thing you love become
your exsistence.
suddenly everything begins to matter...
you get out of me the respect that you only put in.
i wont work for peanuts
or put up with any of your abusive shit.
"here its only a bit more..."
no not me.
i never will give in.
i tried today to save what was mine.
but instead i met the toilet bowl and i fell like a lump,
limp and onto the floor.
i held my own hair back this time
and moaned as the pain is ignored.
then i got up and went about my day
and abused myself
like a woman, that has been scorned.
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