Been arguing for hours..
..I'm only 15. . I can't stand
. . fighting with my mum
"Fuck of to your fathers & jus leave me alone"
Its all I ever hear. .
I wish I HAD a Dad so I could jus pick up the phone..
& call him up, share my problems but instead I shiver
..knowing that I never really had a father figure
Tredding rough rivers, egg shells crack my souls
While every other bitch or whine creates new holes
Digging up the past in moles, the future seems so far..
. .me & my Mum so off par
. .relations jus ripped apart
. .I just wish I had Tracy Chapman & her fast car..
..Coz I'd drive to a place where my life was simple
Where I didn't have holes in my soul..
..but only meer dimples
Just pimples of life, the daily grind that people indure
I don't care about working for it, see nothing is sure
There will never be a cure, for bad tempered bitter..
..I can only take so much for then I'm a quitter
I love/hate emitter, I must give out bad vibes
To affect those around me & make up bad lives
Cells of cracked hives, no more honey to contrive
Its a far ride from being loved to being dealt knives
..my cuts derive..
From not being able to grow on this vast globe
So my self infliction attempts to make me feel at home
I guess its a kinda syndrome that can't be subscribed
or helped along in a way that'll make me feel right
I try to keep on the light..
But it goes out..
. . .its all blurry. . *cough*
Wow..before I go I need to vent some shit
As there's so many I drew up a list:-
-Fuck my biological Dad & fuck my mum
-Fuck my elicit step Dad & your adopted son
-Fuck my family for just not being there
-But a big thanks to my bro'
..for when he was alive, he was there..
With a vivid stare my last few moments feel stale
As a new life is bought mine just went off sale
..
-Dean Harries
R.I.P
1986-2004
"Much Loved Son,Brother,Grandson..
We hope you finally find what
you really want up there"