
11-03-2010, 01:23 AM
I kind of wrote it when I was in an overly emotional state. I felt that I was trapped and kind of drowning, like their was no way to escape my situation. I turned my gaze towards my past, and how I felt. This is what I wrote;
How Do I feel.
When did you decide that I wasn't enough?
That I wasn't worth, all of your love.
When did you think, that it was okay?
To beat and abuse, and then walk away.
Why did you think, I’d keep coming back?
You might as well hit me, with that baseball bat.
How could you think, that I would be fine?
To treat your own child, like he wasn't alive.
Did you think?
Did you think at all?
Maybe Id like to, have played some ball?
You had always said,
You wish I weren't yours -
Well you got your wish, I'm not anymore.
Well I have some news, and its gonna hurt.
Your just some great ass, some big old fat jerk.
You tortured a child, his entire life.
And created a monster, that haunts day and night.
While my dreams are corrupted,
and sleep is disturbed,
it is you who will suffer - when I spread the word.
When you hear of success, that I will achieve.
Its all mine - my moms, my REAL families’.
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