FIrst:Ill say sorry (thAts all)
Life
this is what it amounts to these days:
thirteens a real rough age to give up all hope
you never expected me to get were i am
the baby
your supposed
to have faith
you lost me
with every infectious word that spilled
from that filth you called a mouth
ive had more "fathers"
than the congregation at the vatican
your a poor excuse of a mother
i wish he never left
and yet i cant blame him
you always fret
the little things
and never let love in
you see
its sad
how u act
it makes me sick to
even see you
your jaded
pure intoxication
for 18 years
do you even no who i am
im not who you think
you make me out to be
the biggest faux pa
in your life
15 is an early age to escape
i got out lucky
but you get worse everyday
habitually speaking your an alcoholic
or should i say drunk
you cant admit to a thing
i turned out ok
no thanks to you
grandma did more than you
(now shes gone and im all alone)
siblings act like more of parent than u ever did
what id kill to have you
see you for who you really are
you call and ask others how i am
i have a number you no
ask me
they dont no either
i cant say i hate you
because i dont
i love you
but you'll never let me in
you dont give me a chance
im not so bad
i didnt make him leave
you cheated face it
i dont blame you fully
he ruined you
turned you black inside
its terrible how
blank you are
you're a train wreck of the worst kind
life didnt give up on you
you gave up on it
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
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