@FlammableGold522 Whose head is gonna blow up here? Who can handle the letdowns, dear? Is this what “normal life” is about, when the things you expect don’t pan out? If the money runs short and your hair’s a mess, is your whole life full of only stress? Don’t speak harsh, it’ll go too deep, a tongue can sting, can slice, can creep. Grown-ups, where’s that thicker skin? You’ve lived through life, its bitter spin. Go to the doctor, grab a diagnosis, pop the pills, don’t let sorrow slow your process. Whose fault is it, who pulled the trick? No need to check the mirror too quick. Remember to teach the kids: turn the other cheek, whatever you do, don’t fight, don’t speak. Just cry it out and take it all in stride, Mommy and Daddy will guard their child inside. Therapy, therapy, it’s always on supply, talk it out, talk it out, it’ll get you by. Blame away, blame away — it wasn’t me, hurted minds come and the diagnosis: BROKEN - you see!
