Diary of a fed up child I am home, it is two o'clock in the morning, and my mom is out partying with a bunch of friends she knew from school awhile back. I'm not sure exactly what school she graduated, or if she even did. If I asked I'm sure she'd hit me, She has all this time on her hands now because she quit her job, and she can't even use it to dicipline her own fucking child the right way. She just uses me, an accuse to get out of jail, then all she can do to show her gratitude is use me more, I even testifyed for her, begged them not to send her to prison, and since that time we've only exchanged maybe two words.Diary of a fed up child by phoeKnix
I'm tired of it all.
The lies. Once she said she'd go out to the store to buy some smokes, she left for five hours and I really thought she was never coming back. She came back.
I guess she realized that if she left she wouldn't have a roof over head and she was scared she'd have to go back to prostitution.
When I watch them sleep Space always makes me wonder about the journey between stars, the distance between the earth and the moon. A dream I am having, about a sort of bridge between galaxies, takes me to new and dangerous, far away places in the blackness that is the universe. In this dream, I am on the moon, looking at the earth. I can see everything I once knew, my home, everything I onced cherished so deeply. Because everything I once had, everything I once knew, is all falling apart.When I watch them sleep by phoeKnix
I wake up. I go to the sink, and wash my face; and walk in the hallways of the night, my only isolation from the outside world that is being torn apart ever so soundly. And I watch them sleep. It brings peace to my eyes, when I watch them sleep.