Hopeless

In this place, I am alone,
In this place, I am blue,
In this place I am a hopeless face.
I am as broken as a vase.
As lonley as my crazy aunt.
As hateful as a drunken bastared.
I came here when I was 17 and still have not left, My mother and father dropped me off and went, I look out my window and wonder where I could have been.
Needels and pills everyday,
To keep the thoughts away.
My old salmon dress too short now for my olding age.
I wish to be free from this place.
I miss my crazy aunts millions of crazy cats,
I miss petting them and feeling thier fur.
I miss being outside and feeling the soft,supple,scarcastic, breeze
In this place, a place I dispise, I am nothing.
The smell of this place is ranchid and the sounds of whales can be heard.
This place was as crazy as well, my aunt.
I hate this place.