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