Chapter 5
Who gets the blame when I'm trying to have a happy life, but shit keep seeming like it's getting in the way? Do I get the blame for doing my part and being the best that I can be? Fuck I'm losing my breath trying to stay afloat of this broken life. I'm losing my mind trying to stay sober with the fact that I'm in what seems like an domestic relationship. That domestic relationship with broken glass, bruises, hurtful word's and sometimes makeup sex. Maybe its not domestic. Maybe it's just pure toxic.
Oh sweet Zola how I love you so, but it's time for some changes we have in this world. This world has me feeling like the hurt in my heart is spreading to everything in my insides. Is that even fucking possible?
Fuck this shit I'm out, cause I'm sick of the motherfucking pain, the motherfuckering game which is now a suicide game. The suicide game that has been around for so long and the simple fact that it can have a attachment to you or on you. I need to keep my cool cause it's people out here really trying to figure out what and who I am. The secret I keep hidden from people is the only thing keeping me alive. So alive that it's more than a adrenaline rush on a Friday night. Ugh the adrenaline needed to be free and I was the one that could set it free. But it did nothing for me, so I guess I'm just stupid for setting it free in the first place. Why can't I be set free after what I go through every abusive day? Why won't anyone help me be free? I'm sick of suffocating!
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