All I've had to keep hearing,
Is that they were in a bad place,
But don't worry about where I am.
It's not like I'm there due to your "bad places"
Which were never near here.
In following order,
I think it's next you take your excuses
A little further than you've ever been,
Now hurry up and take your bad things away from me.
I'm not your problem still,
You're allowed to be happy,
So how about you stop destructing me?
29/8/17
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Escaping Sorrow
PoetryA project where I attempt to overcome the absence of an unknown man supposed to shape a father - whatever that is. Putting this out here is a massive step for me because up to a point of last year I hardly even allowed myself to write down the word...
