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my daddy turned to look at me he told me that mommy loved me and that she never meant to leave all i could do is stare in disbelief he said he knew i didn't understand but that i would, when i became a man there wasn't an ounce of doubt when these words seeped through his mouth i was unaware of the present day time had lost track, in some weird way then, again when i was five daddy told me he didn't know how much longer he'd be alive everyone was falling away from me as i taste these metal nails of diversity i always wonder what could have been but as for now i can't even call you my friend i'm dead, and somehow i feel betrayed these are my feelings, all neatly displayed and so, when i was ten thats when daddy started drinking again he told me not to worry, and everything would be alright then one night, daddy had come home from a fight i caught a glimpse of his face, battered and bruised i can still feel his wind, as right by me, he cruised he made his way upstairs i heard things slamming, as he was throwing chairs for the first time he had a lack of anything to say i can still remember daddy's eyes when he told me to look the other way i suddenly heard a bang, and daddy fell to the floor i turned to look at him, he wasn't breathing anymore i didn't know what to do, so i panicked and ran an unexpected surprise, this wasn't written in the plan i had no idea what to do, so i crawled under a rock, and cried i started beating the ground but i didn't feel satisfied so i went back in the house, and up to his room i grabbed his gun, and i shot myself too.. .. Post a comment in response: |
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