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Click hereStaring out at myself
Seeing nothing but confusion
Feeling dead to the world
Hating myself for what I did
I told her I loved her
Never could tell the truth
I was in it for the quick fuck
Got a child out of it instead
Staring out at myself
Seeing nothing but confusion
Feeling dead to the world
Hating myself for what I did
Couldnn't stand to look at the thing
Feeling's of anger over came me
Almost killed the little fucker twice
The child wasn't even two yet
Staring out at myself
Seeing nothing but confusion
Feeling dead to the world
Hating myself for what I did
By the time it was ten
I was beating it daily
I had already killed the mother's will long ago
All she was good for was what was between her legs
Staring out at myself
Seeing nothing but confusion
Feeling dead to the world
Hating myself for what I did
The kid finally couldn't take it anymore
It stole a gun from its frinds
Shot its mother downn where she lied
Then turned the gun elsewhere
Staring out at myself
Seeing nothing but confusion
Feeling dead to the world
Hating myself for what I did
Questions asked by everyone
Answers given to no one
Jail time abundate to those who looked
Feeliings of sorrow scarce for my daughter
Who deserved so much more
wow, if it isnt a song, maybe take out some of the repeated stanzas. Very strong poem.
Strangely muddled. It grabbed me from the start but took an unexpected turn towards the end when the narration changed from 1st person to third. Sad and troubling, gripping never-the-less.