Sitting on a kiwi cushion.
I'm in my room and looking down at my journal, I don't know what I'm meant to write.. I'm just staring at a blank page, I've lost my memory and felt an urge to type on my mobiles note pad.
. My dog is acting up, she's trying to get on my lap.. I push her claws off and open my laptop, clicking on a youtube song, turning it as high as possible to block out the background noise next door.
There's not much difference, I can hear the conversation,
I'm automatically involved without the intention to be.
"FUCKING BITCH!"
woman cries
I don't feel sorry for her, neither for him.
He is a monster behind a religious mask, he prays to the Father O'LORD to be accepted on behaving like an ASS to then be forgiven.
"I AM PERFECT, YOU WORTHLESS FUCK!"
*I cry*
He is the man next door who's stains the walls and moulds his words into my room.
He can do bad but he doesn't know that Karma is around the corner..
I'm still waiting for Karma... the Beauty of Karma.
Oo Karma please take him away, don't let me hear the cries of that woman.
Don't allow me to pick up the broken pieces of this woman, I might cut myself too.
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT.!!"
"STOP EATING"
"LOOK AT YOURSELF"
*I cry*
On second thought.., take her away too.
DEAR PARENTS.