Like Father Like Son

June 9, 2016

Iv spent most my young life looking after others,

along with my older sisters and brothers not worrying about my self,

even tho deep in side my life is hell,

no voice to yell,

even if I did who would listen,

wishing my life was over,

no shoulder to lean on,

Next day just another rerun,

im out here by my god damn self,

To much pride to ask anyone for help,

And even tho now I am,

It's just as I thought,

Ghost hands,

Everyone stands tuff,

all there help is a damn bluff,

looking after two others cuz I didnt wear a rubber,

Mean while my baby's crying,

mommys lien,

and daddy's trying,

But I can't keep it together,

It's like there's No sunshine,

To my stormy weather,

They say it'll get better,

days passing feeling a lil deader,

no one please cry,

A tree branch caught my eye,

At last i will fly,

feet above the ground,

Head dangling down,

Ill finally be Away from this damn town,

And best of all,

My Dad told me the trees are extra sturdy,

I seen him in my dream,

face and body all dirty,

He says hurry jump down son the dead side is way more fun

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