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When I was little you were my biggest hero But all you had left was sorrow You made me lose hope in a better tomorrow I was broken I was distraught All have been spoken But nothing was taught My mind is overtaken By something to be bought You are so loud spoken While I am not I feel forsaken That’s the end of this plot When I was little I used to look up to you If only you had any clue That your parenting is long overdue That I’ll always miss you What is this reality What am I without a family You’re living with no morality This isn’t some sick stand-up comedy I keep my feelings internally Because you kept hurting me externally Oh my god this is insanity When I was little I didn’t know what to do Even though you hurt me I still love you That’s what sons are supposed to do Despite the fact, you turned my skin black and blue Yeah I was broken I was distraught And all has been spoken But nothing was taught My mind is overtaken By something to be bought Why are you so loud spoken When I am not I feel so forsaken But That’s the end of this plot
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Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
Dear Mom
When I was little you were my biggest hero But all you had left was sorrow You made me lose hope in a better tomorrow I was broken I was distraught All have been spoken But nothing was taught My mind is overtaken By something to be bought You are so loud spoken While I am not I feel forsaken That’s the end of this plot When I was little I used to look up to you If only you had any clue That your parenting is long overdue That I’ll always miss you What is this reality What am I without a family You’re living with no morality This isn’t some sick stand-up comedy I keep my feelings internally Because you kept hurting me externally Oh my god this is insanity When I was little I didn’t know what to do Even though you hurt me I still love you That’s what sons are supposed to do Despite the fact, you turned my skin black and blue Yeah I was broken I was distraught And all has been spoken But nothing was taught My mind is overtaken By something to be bought Why are you so loud spoken When I am not I feel so forsaken But That’s the end of this plot
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WaltonDN
18/M/Florida
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
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