How do you sleep at night
Knowing your son isn't alright
My sanity is non existent
My love was there but you missed it
So kiss this
I hope you know you caused this to yourself
Daddy said, go out and make me proud
Had he known my heart was filled with doubt?
I didn't want this
I hadn't meant to disappoint you
I didn't want to live out your dreams
Now you're the one tasting the knife
So I'll cut you open
And spill you out
Lifeless you may be
I'm slowly finding out
Your secrets and all your lies
You never loved me, you never once tried
My spirit, my sanity, and all my faith
Destroyed by you
Who am I now?
Who the hell knows?
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I love the feelings of intense sadness and there's just something else about it....something that I can't put into words. That look at me now feeling.....(sorry it sucks but that's the only way I could describe it)
So much raw emotion!!!!! (sorry I am kind of weird!)
It's okay, I'm insane too
Awww thanks, it's great to know there are other totally insane people like me!
Wow..I can feel the emotions. The words flow well..But i think you should put some punctuations on them so they can be like, more understandable and the sense of the message can be pointed out more clearly.
" How do you sleep at night
Knowing your son isn't alright
My sanity is non existent
My love was there but you missed it "
I love this part..
Thanks
I was thing the same thing you said when I was reading it over, but I guess I felt to angry at that time to even think of it. I'll edit it now ^_^
Okaaay, sooo....
I wrote this back in eight grade when my father decided to get up and leave, even after the night before he gave me a big speech to become a lawyer or a doctor or whatever.
Love you too, dad.
I think it stinks like poop, but I had nothing new to post up so...here you go :$