My bunny sunday

Listing to my classical music and pondering how things could of been. Its a Sunday. A Easter Sunday. To rejoice in the Easter holiday. I am left with no family that cares.in a place to be. They say that it is a place now of chocolate eggs and bunny hops. But now a place of loneliness and regrets. For the things I never got done. Was not my choices.i got sick and meet people who wonted to keep you caged and never seeing light of day again. Its a wasted muscle wasted life not of my making but caged because of others.