One Day More

[fayteddreams]

My mother was screaming at me again this morning. "Where do you think your going to be next week, Lauren? Face it, your a user, you always will be and no one will take you in." I told her to go fuck herself, not that it really made me feel any better. Then I shut myself up in my makeshift room and cried for awhile. The part that scares me is that I don't know where I'll be next week, nor do I think anyone is going to take me in and that's just the way it is going to be. Parent's are always right aren't they? I don't want to be a user and a burden but apparently I can't help myself. I know the option after next week is living on the street. I won't let that happen. I'd rather take drastic measures than end up like that again. I'm really not seeing the point anymore. But if there's someone out there who can show me where it went I'd greatly appreciate it since I'm sitting by myself in a dark room and I'm quite scared. I don't know what's coming next, or if I can handle it.

When I am queen I will insist with perfect scars upon my wrists that everything you once held dear is taken away from you

When I am queen on royal thrown made out of parts of broken bones of all the devils I have known that suck the angels dry

When I am queen I'll have my way I'll make it drowning dollie day and all the tears that we have cried will suck back in our eyes

When I am queen they all will see the patron saint of self-injury the glitter sores will heal themselves I'll play the part of someone else

When I am queen I will not stick how quickly they will all forget my image they will never miss my life a burnt out candle stick