Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you? You had me going thinking that you’d changed. Who was I kidding? Same shit, you are. Where is you conscious? I hope you drown in your guilt. You selfish hood rat.
While I’m sleeping there’s no stress, no sorrows, no worries. For during that moment in time, I can breathe. It’s as if I’m living again and nothing matters. That sweet moment of time simply captures all the problems, allowing it to wander into the air. Peace over rules me. I can breathe again. I can breathe. As I wake up from my fantasy that precious moment slowly fades. Nothing has changed, reality hits me. Repeat.