As far back as he cares to remember, he used to see his old man lose the temper and mamas pretty face would catch it all; on a regular basis the nest would fall.. But he was always safe from dads rage, cause mama sacrificed in his place. Two-dozen years of the blood, sweat, tears- avoid the mirror, losing her hair from the fear.. She never left him, she stayed inside; he beat her ass up until the day that he died. In fact, the biggest beating was the day that he died, cause now its too late for her to make a new life. She gets to mourn for the touch of a punch.. wont ever admit that she aint clutchin it much.. someday shell die, it still wont be done- the anger lives on through their son, cause he saw, he caught it all.. & since you gotta justify returning, you convinced yourself that hes just a hurt person.. You wanna blame that cross he bears. Please put your shoes on and step into that warm weather- go get yourself a more better forever. Gotta put it down, you gotta leave it & dont ever come back again. you gotta mean it. Just tear it all apart and build new; cause if you dont kill him, hes gonna kill you.. You cant hold hands when they make fists, And I aint the first to say this, but let me be the last to say: Please dont stay. Let me be the last to say, You wont be okay..
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 11:54:20 +0000
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