So we wake up and hope to not be drained but,
How am I supposed to get through each day
Without motivation or tranquility?
I'm sorry I don't care but,
I haven't had a parent show me how to be decent,
Just to drink and fucking scream.
The world is getting smaller but
I'm growing everyday.
Not emotionally but some other way.
Why can't you see
How shitty of a parent you turned out to be?
Your son is dying.
Your daughter is already there.
But let's talk about the weather or how you're hurting everywhere.
Yeah, I get it,
You didn't get a fair share but,
Why not help the ones you put here?
YOU ARE READING
Incomplete Copacetic Things
PoetryWelcome, Reader, to my incomplete thoughts. Meaning each is a work in progress or just permanently not finished, time will tell.
