Eight years old,
Every day at school,
I get kicked and pushed around.
Too many times my face has hit the ground.
But I get up and laugh it off
But when I got home I cried.
Twelve years old,
Each day at home,
And mum has left dad now.
Too many arguments, too many rows.
But I go on, pretend I don’t care.
But when I’m alone, I cry.
Sixteen years old,
Every day at school,
And she left me for that ******** Josh
Just because he’s got money and he’s posh.
But I go on, with a smile on my face.
But when I see her, I cry.
Twenty-one now,
I’ve got my degree,
With knowledge in my hands.
No one there to congratulate me,
How much neglect can one man stand?
But I go home and put a note on the fridge
About how Josh’s mum cried.
Twenty-eight years old,
And I’m happy,
Got the girl of my dreams by my side,
A ring in my coat pocket, a surprise, I’m trying to hide.
I’m down on one knee
And when she says yes,
She cries.
Thirty-six years old,
She left me,
Took the kids with her too.
She didn’t hear me say, ‘But I still love you.’
But she did not love me anymore
And in the kitchen I cried.
Forty-five, overweight.
Nothing in my life to live for,
Daughter-hates me. My son thinks I’m a ****
I’m tired of life, beating me with a stick.
But I must stay strong around people.
But when no one’s around, I cry.
Sixty-five and nothing’s changed.
No wife, no friends, no hope.
The only difference is, I’m balding.
And with no one around, I get no scolding.
But I wish to be shouted at, any interaction would be nice.
But in the limelight of the television,
As I sit alone. No future in my vision,
I close my eyes, and I wish to finally die.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
Eight years old,
Every day at school,
I get kicked and pushed around.
Too many times my face has hit the ground.
But I get up and laugh it off
But when I got home I cried.
Twelve years old,
Each day at home,
And mum has left dad now.
Too many arguments, too many rows.
But I go on, pretend I don’t care.
But when I’m alone, I cry.
Sixteen years old,
Every day at school,
And she left me for that ******** Josh
Just because he’s got money and he’s posh.
But I go on, with a smile on my face.
But when I see her, I cry.
Twenty-one now,
I’ve got my degree,
With knowledge in my hands.
No one there to congratulate me,
How much neglect can one man stand?
But I go home and put a note on the fridge
About how Josh’s mum cried.
Twenty-eight years old,
And I’m happy,
Got the girl of my dreams by my side,
A ring in my coat pocket, a surprise, I’m trying to hide.
I’m down on one knee
And when she says yes,
She cries.
Thirty-six years old,
She left me,
Took the kids with her too.
She didn’t hear me say, ‘But I still love you.’
But she did not love me anymore
And in the kitchen I cried.
Forty-five, overweight.
Nothing in my life to live for,
Daughter-hates me. My son thinks I’m a ****
I’m tired of life, beating me with a stick.
But I must stay strong around people.
But when no one’s around, I cry.
Sixty-five and nothing’s changed.
No wife, no friends, no hope.
The only difference is, I’m balding.
And with no one around, I get no scolding.
But I wish to be shouted at, any interaction would be nice.
But in the limelight of the television,
As I sit alone. No future in my vision,
I close my eyes, and I wish to finally die.