Every Sunday afternoon/evening I have to bring my son home to his mothers... and every Sunday I come back home, walk in... and cry like a little boy. I miss my son so much when he goes... and the void of loneliness overtakes me every week. Because he is the only person that loves me. And nobody else wants me or wants me around. I miss my little man and I detest feeling so sad and down till Friday when I get to see him again.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
I have missed you all. Needed the break from myself but now am back to harrang the shit outta me!
Broken hearted broken spirit
You lose all sense of decency.
Once you fuck. Once you have been there.
You become animals.
Even after the sweating and heaving and nastiness and slime...
Now you lose the rational thought that kept you sane...
You fucking goddamn idiot... falling in love never saved you.
But you gladly lock it up like a teenage girls diary.
Fuck you kid.
Sunday, September 09, 2012
Saturday, September 08, 2012
Thursday, September 06, 2012
How can you save me when you can't save yourself?
it keeps the walls
— Charles Bukowski