Not Once

When have I asked you for money that you don't owe me?

Now. Let me be.

Why can't I ever just BE a bitch? Yeah, I can talk like one. Yeah, I can act like one. But in all actuality, I've never really let the bitch inside of me do its thing. Not once have I disrespected anyone to the point where I had no remorse or regret or guilt. Not once have I cussed someone out for the sake of telling them off. Not once have I screamed my lungs out at someone I've been wanting to yell at for months. Yeah, I complain. But it's all I can fuckin do. Why can't I do anything else about my problems?

People constantly walk all over me, knowing that I won't fight back, leaving me on the floor, helpless and alone, to rot into dust.

Do you know why I want to leave? Because I'm tired of people leaving me behind. I'm tired of saying good-bye to the people I care about most. I'm tired of being cornered into the same position over and over again. I'm ready to finally say, "Fuck everything. It's my turn now." I'm ready to be the one to leave them behind. I'm ready to prove that I'll be well once I get my share of fresh air.