leslie/ ” broken toy”
with these pills i wed myself to a life of certain destruction and chaos
little to no concern for others or how my addiction effects them
i choose not to face the issues in my life, you deal with them and look after me
i have a right to be the way i am because life has been unfair to me and by the way i could use a few dollars until my check comes
the one i get for being a pain in the ass and the social services department just wants me to get the paperwork i need to continue this fiasco so i can get the hell outta there so they can help people who really need it, and i know that
they thought i would have died by now but i continue to confound them and they loathe me, but i don’t care, about anyone or anything but me
so after a hard day at the clinic, i collapse in the chair by the window, part of the furnishings a local church provided, in the apartment the government provides, and pop the top on the the pills that will put me in another world, chased with a beer
what a life…………………………sad thing is i’m so used to it if feels right
my name is leslie, but my family calls me” broken toy”