I know he's there deep down somewhere sometimes he sleeps and I pray he will never wake up but then one day he opens his eyes, yarning mouth opened wide
crawling up my throat then to my soul my destiny is sentenced to suffer and it just keeps getting rougher because they seem to grow, multiply by the day I guess I have to carry them in life the entire way...
I am not good at poem writing. This is just how I feel right now. I hope you all feel good again and ever after that.