Three small chunks of my soul
Ripped right out of my chest
Every weekend
*The same **** thing*
The hugs, tears and kisses goodbye
With them
The screaming, mistrust and hateful words
With him
The pain seems neverending
And never getting any better
All the bridges burned
Without
a single
look
back
But regret can build and build
When you realize some bridges
Can't be rebuilt
And yet
I can't regret him
Or the pain he dealt to me
Cause he helped to create
Those three small pieces of my soul
And they may be small
But put together
They create my life as a whole
Every Weekend
The same **** thing
And it hurts
Finally having that feeling
Like you're actually whole
Then all three pieces
Get
RIPPED
Right out of my soul
And until next weekend
I cannot feel whole
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
Three small chunks of my soul
Ripped right out of my chest
Every weekend
*The same **** thing*
The hugs, tears and kisses goodbye
With them
The screaming, mistrust and hateful words
With him
The pain seems neverending
And never getting any better
All the bridges burned
Without
a single
look
back
But regret can build and build
When you realize some bridges
Can't be rebuilt
And yet
I can't regret him
Or the pain he dealt to me
Cause he helped to create
Those three small pieces of my soul
And they may be small
But put together
They create my life as a whole
Every Weekend
The same **** thing
And it hurts
Finally having that feeling
Like you're actually whole
Then all three pieces
Get
RIPPED
Right out of my soul
And until next weekend
I cannot feel whole
For Krystalyn, Klairety and KJ, my three beautiful children that I love dearly and miss even more when they're away from me.
Update: I haven't seen my children on two months, please copy and paste this link www.gofundme.com/r5wnpsd5 read my story and help if you can, thank you.
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