sorry for bein late..

Birth

My mom 16, father 20.. wheres the hope?,
Especially that night when the condom broke,
Nights of bickering, hate portrayed,
Father left for mistakes he made,
Dad dismissed, when the news hit him,
Knew he had a child, but wanted nothing
to do with him..
A life distraught, parents un-passionate,
as My mom would yell..
......................you were only an accident,

Crashing The Car

I grew up, mother was somewhat nicer,
until i smashed up the front end of the chrysler,
she screamed at me, heart its in vault,
and even the insurance knew.. it wasnt my fault,
it was an accident, i would plead for her to hear,
complaints about my birth, her eyes that tear'd,
always went back to that.. whats the use,
for every problem, im her general excuse,

The Wedding

I met a gurl, though life was hard,
believe it or not, it was the gurl in the other car,
insurance covered, legal issues apart,
she talked to me, n' grasped my heart,
mother furious, still enraged for the instance,
and wanted nothing to do with me-
-when i brought her home for Christmas,
torn i walked.. the isle of love never cared,
as i looked down the chapel.. she wasnt there,

The Night

Soon after, i started to get enraged,
from feelings had, have feelings left insane,
My mom went back to me, a son that doesnt,
she bickered, until the knife tip hit her stomach,
i could deal, with what was delt,
for the life i had, and love un-felt,
killing her was the only thing that i felt passionate,
as on trial i sat.. "It wasn't an accident"

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