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Lord,how insane am I
the apple of my mamas eye what happened to her baby he's a slut on justsayhi Just like his father who never cared to bother he's not a family man his marriage ran its course thrown face first in divorce the family is drowning, but he's drinking again Thoughts are repeated the ideas I abuse I want my life to be perfect a little more like you but if you take all my trials and begin to see them clear what do you think of me father now that you're looking in the mirror I was a child of constant misfortune of heartache and disappointment I once lived I'm the bastard son of Nicholas so much poverty spawned from that prick of his No child should ever live like this From the slums of a poor new jersey he was the gigalo of his town how he carried himself was near deadly but he moved without a sound He appeared just like a thief in the night the way they said Jesus would come but I don't feel acknowledged this time though I'll always be his son I was a child of constant misfortune of heartache and disappointment I once lived I'm the bastard son of Nicholas so much poverty spawned from that prick of his No child should ever live like this And father I don't wanna be like you I wanna find one girl that I can love Someone who will make me feel less broken and abused Someone who can wash away these thoughts Mother,I am not the sins you burn I am not your mistake,I'm the lesson you must learn I feel your hatred,like an endless misery For the love of god don't let dad remind you of me |
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wow some powerful words, thanks for sharing
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i'm sure you will
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Lord,how insane am I the apple of my mamas eye what happened to her baby he's a slut on justsayhi Just like his father who never cared to bother he's not a family man his marriage ran its course thrown face first in divorce the family is drowning, but he's drinking again Thoughts are repeated the ideas I abuse I want my life to be perfect a little more like you but if you take all my trials and begin to see them clear what do you think of me father now that you're looking in the mirror I was a child of constant misfortune of heartache and disappointment I once lived I'm the bastard son of Nicholas so much poverty spawned from that prick of his No child should ever live like this From the slums of a poor new jersey he was the gigalo of his town how he carried himself was near deadly but he moved without a sound He appeared just like a thief in the night the way they said Jesus would come but I don't feel acknowledged this time though I'll always be his son I was a child of constant misfortune of heartache and disappointment I once lived I'm the bastard son of Nicholas so much poverty spawned from that prick of his No child should ever live like this And father I don't wanna be like you I wanna find one girl that I can love Someone who will make me feel less broken and abused Someone who can wash away these thoughts Mother,I am not the sins you burn I am not your mistake,I'm the lesson you must learn I feel your hatred,like an endless misery For the love of god don't let dad remind you of me |
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Thank You everyone
Thank you Noel |
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Great Write. Powerful indeed.
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{{{{JT}}}}
Nice write sweet man! |
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Powerful. Just remember: We're not always doomed to repeat the mistakes of our elders. As the next generation, we always have the choice to learn from their actions both good and bad.
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