i wish my dad
would have taken multiple hints
to not fuck with me, to not play with me
but no, i suppose i can just sit here and write more
because he refuses to take anything
whether that be a break, advice, anything good
he won't take it
because his fuckin ego can't float less than
miles and miles above us
fuck you shitface
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
