A helping hand

blabla talk randmo

Whom do i ask for help, when i cant even ask myself.
Watching the rain pouring down on the window.
Realise the symbol of my world.
All crashing down, washing away.

Where do i put the blame, the guidance , the walk, walker, the creator?
Trying to remain composed, trembling inside, smile on the outside.

I am 22 my world just crumbled, my life was fine and now i cant even pay the rent.
Asking the system for help, waiting to be next but all you get told "i will send you to the next".

Raised in a foster family, saw my father when i was fifteen now all buddy buddy friendly it seems.
But i cannot ask this man for money, the pride will take a fall.

It feels like i am living completely wrong.
too much filth too much pain.

Mom when was it you would stop with the drinking again?

This writing is all tumbely and completely not as i thought!
but i guess that happens when you do to paper from thoughts.
This is all for today, I got  nothing more to say, just some ramble i had to relieve from my mind.
Now I will sit calm try not to whine.
Be kind take your time.

Reviews

[Aguilar]

Great writing I completely understood this