Papa

 

So your actions speak louder than words.

But no matter how much good that you do your stumble shall betray you.

So when you spit, spit real high into the air.

Because all your hallow adages,

Add up to equal nothing.

And that’s god damn depressing.

You used to make me feel like superman.

You’d put me on you feet and lift me into the sky.

I was a joyous child with a grin and arms outstretched.

The good ole days, man, I was flying high.

 

Jesus Christ.

What happened to my father?

He is still alive.

But man, I wish he were buried.

Every time he gets that twitch,

It’s so god damn scary.

I used to cry out

“Mama, save me”

She turned her back leaving me in the cold dark night.

She betrayed me.

Too many knifes in my back.

Don’t you understand?

I have no way to fight back.

Every time you abused me, it cut me.

So I drank myself so far away I doubt you’ll ever reach me.