I was young when I met your father, only a teen
Thought it was love at first sight, not aware of reality
Thought love meant you have to suffer and never leave
Cause separating was never an option in my family
Your father depended on drugs to make his decisions
Shooting up in the corner of a bathroom with precision
His veins thrilled over a poison that led to addiction
Overdosed four times, but he still wouldn’t listen
You were young, only six, you didn’t understand
So I’d tell you to go play when he’d raise his hand
Angry cause I wouldn’t give him the little we had
I was already saving up for you to become a grad
I didn’t want my wretched life to end up being yours
Where you have to depend on negligence for support
When you have so many sleepless nights cause you’re broke
When every sign tells you that hope’s just been a hoax
I always wanted you to have things I never did
But how can I offer you things I can never give
With no resources or support to help you succeed
I’m trying my best, but my best’s no…
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