I wake up, feeling like a mouse.
I gotta get out, this hell hole of a house.
Too many memories have me feeling like a drought,
I fill myself with alchohol hoping it’ll take me out,
Man i’m pathetic, you drove me through the mud.
You did horrible things blamed it on me then took my blood.
My poor daughter, will grow up with a fake ass father.
It’s hard, having your only daughter taken,
I used to cook, we had good eggs pancakes and bacon.
Me and my daughter’s mother had a falling out,
made me feel as if I was forsaken, man it really had me shaken.
If there’s a god why’d you do this to me, now my toribash name fits me perfectly
Deprived of the only thing that mattered to me, and now I post this poem for all to see.
Last edited by DrunkMonk; Feb 15, 2018 at 11:05 PM.