Survival

Folder: 
ALEX

I hate how he walks all over me,

Hate how he knows I can't leave

How did things get so askew?

Such a tangled web we weave



She takes a heavy drag on her cigarette,

Takes a good long look at who she's become

She's the same inside, but hardened on the outside

Times are hard, her heart is numb



Sometimes she wishes things would mend

she wishes things would end

Thought most times she just imagines she doesn't exist

Most times she just doesn't care enough to insist



Life is about survival, she thinks

It's not about true love or the like

Life is a series of choices and consequences

It's an uphill climb we all hike



I hate how he thinks he has me

No matter what - there's no reason to

Be nice or treat me with respect

It's survival

It's surviving

It's survival

I'm surviving

Author's Notes/Comments: 

bleh

View cherry_blossom's Full Portfolio