Okay okay,
Lets all gather round.
Sit up all night.
Lets make annoying sounds.
Lets call all contacts.
And say she was bad.
Yes, i made a b.
But you didn't even grad.
You want the best,
Oh sure,
You want what i earn.
you have all rights, right?
All you gave was sperm.
You are a dick.
And ill be true,
Id die before i ever see you.
Go to hell you bastard.
And rot in peace.
Talk shit bout my mamma fucker,
Lets see who gets beat.
You've been here?
OKAY.
Whats my favorite thing?
Boyfriends name?
Age?
Computers and steven, and i just turned fifteen.
So go to hell bastard,
Rot in peace.
You never gave a damn,
About me or trinity.
YOU ARE READING
Daddy crushed my only dream
PoetryA collection of poems written for my father and the pain he has put me through. He isnt a bad father. I love him. Maybe sometimes thats what kills me, love.
