D-E-T-A-C-H-E-D
Family wise and friends wise.
Words and voices haunting me.
Materialistic. Selfish. Stupid. Ungrateful. Useless.
I hate being home.
So close to the mine that will be triggered off by the slightest human made error.
Whatever I said is all wrong and even if my mum is wrong, I am wrong to refute.
The more I say, the bigger the explosive.
The lesser I say, my self esteem will reach rock bottom.
I am grateful for whatever she did.
I get to rest enough and not worry about the laundry.
I get to sleep till sun is about to set and not worry nothing to eat.
I am grateful.
Didn't expect us to have a cold war so soon.
I want to grow up. away from this shit.
