stop pushing me.

I fall asleep.
I really needed it.
I was thinking about killing people.
I wake up.
Maybe it was all just a horrible dream.
Im not this evil.
Id wish id believe myself.
Im looking for my bag of dope,
Its always hidding in my wallet.
I see my money is fucked up,
Not the way i left it.
I count it.
Only fucking 50?
There supposed to be 60.
I asking him in a calm voice.
Did you take 10dollars from me.
He said yes.
Have i not told you before,
DONT fuck with my purse,
Over and over again.
Your a fucking a grown man.
You work
You get money.
Why take mine??
I dont care you needed gas.
All you have to fucking do is ask.
My FUCKING PURSE.
My FUCKING WALLET.
Why not just fucking ask?
I have already said this all
Once before.
Fuck im gonna end up robbing you
Or cutting your fucking throat.
Just wait till you get paid.
Krama is such a BITCH.
This is all said to myself....
Only.thing said to him is,
'okay hun thats fine."