You're a carbon copy of,
The most severe fuckup,
Anyone has witnessed,
Without slicing their wrist,
Any man must be a saint,
To not kill you out of hate.
To think I've withstood,
All of the abuse I could,
These past few years,
Only falls on deaf ears,
When I tell you that I,
Need me or you to die,
Because I can't tolerate,
One more fucking day,
Of the drugs or the lies,
That fill your small mind.
You know who you are,
If you've read this far,
But you pay no mind to,
Anything I will say or do,
So I know not to expect,
Any more then the regret,
That I dealt with so long,
'Til hope for you was gone.
It's a never ending fight,
I cease battle every night,
So I don't shoot you or me,
As we regroup in our sleep,
To start over another day,
About more of the same,
Things you want from me,
That in reality you need,
To earn all by yourself,
But can't live without help.
You push me until I bend,
And remind me that I am,
Nothing to you, a no one,
A selfish and useless son.
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