Its funny how grown ups think
That they are the "role models"
Of today
Making brusies, for children wantin
To play
Doing drugs to escapes realities haze
As i learned to make my own meal today
No more goodnight kisses
Or bedtime stories
The only ones I learned
Came from the hospitals I was held in
Not looking up to but looking down
From your drunk ass on the floor
No more taking me to school
Can't even hold my hand
It's too busy holding another bottle
That you drowned yourself in
I don't think you can yell at me for getting a 50
When you dropped out at 15
And think you could talk shit to me?
Nah man thats not how it will be
When you can go a an hour without
Drinking 8 more glasses
Ill stop smoking weed
And attend my classes
But that will never happen
And ill never stop smoking
I'll probably end up dead after this shitty
Fuckin poem