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So Long Superman


I used to think you were my Superman Someone that would always be there to give me a hand When we played in that sandbox And you’d helped me collect rocks When that little girl caused me torture and pain You were the one that stopped her game But you left you fled You didn’t do anything you said You missed your little sister growing up And you weren’t there when your little brother got beat up No instead your days consisted of getting faded The memories we had begun to be to be hated I want to know what does “family” mean to you In what order do you put family, pills, and booze When Mom found those bullets you acted like “no big deal” You put us in danger, do you not consider us real I used to think you were my almighty protector There was no doubt in my mind that you were my Prince Hector But I’ve come to realize You’re just a little boy in disguise I’m beginning to think it was all just an act You’re just someone that can run after he’s packed You use to say you never wanted to be like your father But have you forgotten you too left your baby with his mother What happened to the hero I used to see What happened to the person I used to want to be I loved your big bear hugs Even as squeezed the air out of my lungs You see giving you a second chance is like giving you a second bullet Because you missed us the first time you decided to pull it But you hadn’t his us hard Just barely skimmed us you did So we kept giving you those bullets Because family never quits But wait, does family cheat, steal, and lie Or is your excuse just when you’re getting high You finally pushed it way to far You didn’t just break his heart but you broke ours I use to pray that you’d change But now I see you pushed god way out of your range I wish so bad that this poem wasn’t reality I wish so bad you weren’t the person you try to be Now I don’t even consider you family Now I just consider you a bad memory
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