Killing some time,
Trying to put my son to sleep,
and I thought to myself,
"This won't bother me"
"It was too long ago"
It was so long ago...
But it must,
and I knew it did,
when I felt a big, rolling, hard sorrow build right inside my chest.
Your ugly house is still fucking ugly.
I hope your really unsuccessful.
I hope your wife left you because your a closed off, ignorant, abusive, drug fucked weirdo
or better yet,
you've never been loved.
& I hope your fat.
.........You always hated that
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