ANYTHING
I am a product of adultery
Orphaned at the age of thirteen
Left alone to face the world
With nothing but lies to get through each day
Is there anything to live for?
I am a product of a broken home
Surrounded by many but still alone
My heart feels consumed with pain
Time doesn’t seem to heal
Is there anything to live for?
I am a product of tragedy
Filled with words left unspoken
I have lost myself in hopelessness
If these thoughts are true
Is there anything to live for?
Is there anything to live for?
RESENTFUL
What do I say about my dad?
The dad that was never there
I have always claimed that I didn’t care for him
Why think about someone who has viewed you as too much of a bother
I never thought I would have second guesses about that
As I have grown I have started to miss him more and more
Even so I still can’t forget that he left without a good-bye
And when I think about that
It only brings me back to the three words I have yet to say to him
I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU