At Least There's You

I may live in a crack house,
But at least there's you.
No hot water
Mold in the walls
All of our shit in one tiny room
But at least there's you.
Crazy people knocking
All hours of the night
Family nowhere to be found
But at least there's you.
Dead end job
Unfulfilling life
Miserable, lost and lonely,
But at least there's you.
You who tells me I'm stupid.
You who spends my money
And complains about everything.
You who fucks me without kisses
Warmth
Or sincerity.
You who cums all over me
And never cleans it up.
You who makes me feel dirty,
Useless,
And desperate for your attention.
At least there's you
To distract me from myself
And all the misery I could be feeling.
At least there's you
To make me keep going.
Because if I'm dead,
I can't make you sorry.

by Annette Edward