I'm feeling like I'm still in the same old situation. I'm speaking but no one's listening, it's the same old conversation. But I know there's no hope.
I wonder how it would be if my mother was still around. The type of talk. The relationships we could have had. The three of us. Me, you, and dad. My mouth went dry.
And it was never enough. And it was never enough now. That heroin stuff. Traveling through Daddy's arm now. . Cuffed in that junk who knows if I would survive.
Used memories are blasphemy. Vulgar show offensively. Hemophiliac in me. Sacred blessings, blessed me. . Hemophiliac in me. . Shallow persons hollow you.