My sweet innocent child
I know how much you must've cried
I hope you hope that I died
Hopefully find a real father figure
Im a terrible excuse for a man
Running without a note
Leaving you and your mother
To fend for yourselves
I truly hope your better along than I am
I should be on the street dying
This couch is too much for me
A liar, immature, and a dirty, cheating thief
Every half dollar goes to you
But it's still not enough
I hope you don't find the letters
I'd be a better man dead
Maybe one day I could return
Once I'm sober, clean shaved, and employed
But that won't happen soon
In fact it'll happen much too late
YOU ARE READING
A Big Book of Short Stories
HororA collection of my ideas. While most could have been cared for and nurtured until they grew into fully fledged books, they have only matured halfway, creating a efficient way to get stuck in your head. I'll also post short stories that I may or may...
