Midnights thoughts

He sleeps on his crushed dreams

He sleeps knowing i have wet cheeks from all the pain he gave me thru his words

Its only words he thinks

Afterall truth stinks

He threatens he doesnt know if he has a tomorrow

While i sit here crushedin guilt wondering if I ever even had a yesterday

He deals with all the stress while i comfortably lay on the bed and wonder if i could be anymore useless

As tears roll down my eyes he wonders if he should console me or let me cry

For im not worth anything anyways his sorrow is far deeper than mine

I was nothing to my parents and will be nothing good he knows

Im a loser a sucker as I hold no grudges for them thinks

What he doesnt know is i try to keep a few good memories for the sake of calling it my beautiful childhood

Dont know why i wrote this vent in a poetic way but itis what it is and i suck at it lol