some of the things suprise me <br />that people actually ask <br />like for me to be <br />their cover up mask <br />'take these charges for me <br />could you please? ' <br /> <br />'so the bad things in my life <br />will come to cease? ' <br />why doesnt he think <br />of what im going through <br />due to what i let him <br />teach me to do <br />it's only a burden knowing <br />how to simply cook meth <br />and it can only lead me <br />to a bitter sweet death <br />we went to jail <br />and i am responsible <br />but taking blame for him <br />will be impossible <br />i cannot keep living <br />life on the edge <br />and something much better <br />to myself i pledge <br />how can this man say <br />that he loves me so <br />when all he wants me to do <br />is take his blow? <br />i am so sorry harold <br />to end it this way <br />but i have got to find <br />a new playground in which to play<br /><br />Heather Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wtf-is-really-going-on/
