Puzzle pieces.
Made up the life that we lived
Looking back now,
Since I was a kid.
With grandma in the rocking chair
Wishing that father could have been there...
But it's true how they say....
Mother tried
There were some bad days
Hell, there were some bad times
Mother shed hold me and she cried her heart torn
With 2 more kids waiting outside.
Her last few years
I barely spoke two words.
Have to admit I'm still bitter
There was no one there. I had no family after
And then they abandoned me afterwards.
So thinking back
I can recall
I was always there for everyone after all
I've been filling the order since I was small
You want to judge me
Fuck you all...
©akathatguy
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