I know a thing or two about be broken…
I’m the oldest of 5.
With a single dad..
Wheres my mom?
Im not sure.. I just do know she was the first person who truly meant something then left.
And ever since its been a chain reaction..
Left and right everyone leaves.
Left and right everyone expects too much.
Left and right everyone takes advantage.
But then I take a second glance.
And I remember that everyone already left.
That there is no one.
no one besides me.
broken yet hopeful.... 