I hate to stay in such a confined area.

Because conflicts after conflicts,

kept happening and happening.

Siblings? I don't think so.

Families? Long gone.

A house? Only for accommodations.

Keep getting malign for things I have not done.

Bitch and male dog smoking in the house.

People who do not care about my health.

The only person who doesn't smoke in the house; me.

The only person taking in 2nd hand smoke; ME.

The ONLY person suffering from all this? Guess what.

The answer is still, me. :D

I don't want to stay a poor bloke anymore.

Damn it.

They don't care about me. I'm alright.

There's a pregnant lady in the house, 

and they still blatantly smoke in the house.

Dumb-fucks.

Who understands..