I hated you so much for making me your slave,
Stoled everything I had from me.
You made our family life miserable,
And I blame you for my mother's death.
Now you are in the death bed,
And am I suppose to feel for you?
You would think I would feel certain level of sympathy to your current circumstance, but I feel numbness in this endeavor.
You think I would feel at least an empathy,
But your diabetes got the best of you,
Because you never listened to the warnings.
I feel this coldness in me like the Minnesota winter,
And I thought I would never have to go back.
Do you want me to ask for your forgiveness oldman?
I have no desire to go to Minnesota for you,
And whatever is left of your son died in me.
What the hell am I suppose to feel?
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
I hated you so much for making me your slave,
Stoled everything I had from me.
You made our family life miserable,
And I blame you for my mother's death.
Now you are in the death bed,
And am I suppose to feel for you?
You would think I would feel certain level of sympathy to your current circumstance, but I feel numbness in this endeavor.
You think I would feel at least an empathy,
But your diabetes got the best of you,
Because you never listened to the warnings.
I feel this coldness in me like the Minnesota winter,
And I thought I would never have to go back.
Do you want me to ask for your forgiveness oldman?
I have no desire to go to Minnesota for you,
And whatever is left of your son died in me.
What the hell am I suppose to feel?
So here it is, the man I told myself I will never be, and now pondering my next move! I will be traveling to Minnesota at some point I suppose, and this uneasy feeling I can't seems to shake it off.
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