Isn’t it ironic?
What’s in a name?
It was hard to write a post for today, since the word prompted memories I’d rather replace. It’s not enjoyable, in fact, it rather sucks; but the truth beacons to be free from the depths where it’s been hiding deep inside of me.
Years of running, one broken down door to the next. One thousand, five thousand, ten thousand dollars paid to end my life. Sometimes it was only a quarter ounce, a dime bag, a line. My life clearly not worth much, not to thee, or me, or even police Used as bait and tossed aside, with […]