Growing up.

My life has been hell.
I grew up without a male , a man to show me the ropes.
I never had hope , since I was always the next joke.
Used and abused. I try to run away , but my fears will be always.
You see, not having a father damaged me.
I cried a little louder and loved a little deeper than most people , yeah im a creeper. I fell for any guy with a deep voice that always lingered. In the back of my mind , I knew I was unhappy. Living for today and not tomorrows satisfaction. I think if I had a dad , I could make my mother glad. She raised me on her own thats why I made her sad. Fighting and cussing and busting b*tch*s head. Oh how I wish , I had a dad.

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