Pinklopunny13

There is a price for everything in this world. From the air you breathe to the very ground you walk on. Even friendships have prices, doesn’t matter if they are true or fake. The more sought after it is, the more it costs. Paying off the prices is all that truly matters, to not pay is worse than murder of innocents. The lucky ones were well loved and respected, having enough to pay the prices for whatever they please, those who are less fortunate have not very kind fates. They’re treated as less than human, less than cattle. The pretty ones are made into living (or not) dolls, the rebellious are made into examples, out of the unl

I cry Mourning for what I long for What was never to be Mourning for what I can’t change A loving mother, kind and strong I already have a mother She isn’t that She wasn’t what I believed her to be I want to love her I miss my mom I can’t forgive her I won’t ever forget what she has done I wish for things to be different For a mother who hasn’t done those things to us It feels like I don’t even have a mom Why won’t she stop? Why can’t she get along with them? Why can’t they get along with her? Why can’t she seem genuine when she says she loves us? I want to b