What if?

uh yeh.

 

 

 

As I sit here at 3 in the morning,

Thinking about how my life could have, would have been

Different if I was with you,

If everything I know now was completely different

How my life would have changed.

Would I be home schooled, or go to school and come home to my daddy?

What if mommy was the drunk and you were the sober one?

What if?

I guess I ask that question far too much

I guess I wonder too much, think too much.

I tried to love you, too much?

I tried so hard to have it be different,

I cried too much thinking about you.

The last few days I think I have cried more tears then any one person,

Ever should

Oh moms home, I sometimes wish it would be you.

I’m going to try and sleep.

But its too hard thinking about what could have been.

If maybe when you got off of work,

It would be you coming home, tucking me in, and saying those three words,

I have wanted to hear from you in such a long time.

I love you.

 

Reviews

[Carl]

amazing peice by you Toxic. a peice that belies your years. Honest and raw. i like the line what if mommy was drunk and you were the sober one. also the lines where you sid you cried more teats than anyone ever should. you have been increabely brave in posting this peice. I write for people like you. But you have been amazing and used your talent and your voice to give hope to others. and i applaud your work and you strength well done