What have I done to deserve this? What have I done to deserve anything at all? If I could leave this place empty handed, I would. Long night hours have passed and I still think it’d be better to be disowned. Caring is a burden. Being cared for makes you a burden. You may disagree but I didn’t ask for your yeahs and nays. Bondage has given me a sense of security I never asked for. At least I could see what was coming for me. I am educated. The illusion of choice blinds you from reality. In a world where responsibility is given not taken, choices are taken, not made. They say “work now to have a good time later” and when you look at it, good times are designed for now and regrets come later. But I know
Everything will fall into place; like us, in our graves.