Don't know how I feel today. Escape from the truth. Escape from the bloody womb. My only promise is the tomb. This shits fucked up. Baby mamas stuck up. Didn't choose the rubber now for rent she gotta suck up. Dads been misbehaving, got his children at his mothers. While he's slaving for the dough to get the dope in his veins. It's insane how his brain can't process any shame. To him it's a game. Feeling drained day to day. Am I even awake? If I am, put me to rest. Or if I'm asleep, wake me up. Open my eyes, don't wanna be stuck. 

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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