We get blessed with these precious gifts
Our kids
While we are still kids ourselves
Not having our **** together
Not been raised to grow up at all
Adults not even knowing the difference between rights and wrongs
Living life just coping
Barely surviving

How are we suppose to raise them
Without them breaking
******* up the one thing
That should be most important
For them not to feel the way we did growing up
Not to make the same mistakes our parents did

How are we suppose to school them
If we got tought the wrong way
Our childhood left us in pieces
How do I pick up the pieces
Whilst having all this responsibility
Still trying to find ourselves
And not **** up what we got blessed with
Always doing our best
Yet it never feels enough
Always failing
Not being able to give them the lives they deserve
Which we never had
What we still strive for...

We should raise them
I guess..
To be everything you will never be..