Life of Antonio Rickmon

I truly sit and I ask and think why me? For all the good I put in the world I gotten bad double in return. I feel alone, outkast, not right in my skin Its so hard to be thankful for the next day of life when the one before it you hate I'm depressed I'm broken I'm beaten down I smile and sigh through the "You OK's" not because I'm not I just be better off not spreading my pain Who wants to hear the overweight person cry bout being big praying every night for rest cuz in my sleep my life could be took Who wants to hear my big self weep about losing love and being OK because I got big and my big heart can love to hate Its my fault I'm the sucker for love but I was told you'd give everything so in the end can't say it was nothing u could not have done I gave my all bled my heart so much can't find enough to cheer me up. Where do I go tell me what to do she was the love of my life my center my only "I Do" I said I do to unconditional uncomfortable unconformable unwavering circumstances and still pushed threw I unheld u until my heart told me u either take care of me or I'll kill u I was a one woman man proud to be it now I'm not even worth family BBQ or her family get togethers Its cool it I understand why even trip I was just your husband but now u can't tell