im afraid to speak my mind
because apparently that means
im not supportive
but sorry dad
i dont trust you with money
you make it just to waste it
you will leave us to go hungry
and say that youll do better next time
youre so stupid
it angers me
you waste and waste
why cant you have common sense
mother didnt need a new car
i sure as hell didnt need the money you gave me
youre wasting it and im scared
that empty promises will take hold again
dad i want to go on a vacation
like real families do
can you take me to a fucking theme park
how about a fucking fishing trip
i want to feel like all the other families do
why cant i have annual trips
why cant i afford to buy new books
why cant i fucking have what they have
you may not be high anymore
but honestly it feels no different
little money
and shit food that makes me sick
can we be a family
where you save money
instead of being a kid in a candy store
just know you cant buy my love again
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
