Respect
So sick of neglect
Always having hope to be big
Now I just want to be hid
Once a little kid, now a grown man
Just lost all hope
So I started tying this rope
No love
When the family push and shove
Threat's to be put six feet under
The thought is becoming to seem like a wonder
So do it quick
Because I've already slipped
Say I love you
Don't hear it back
What I do hear is wind from a crack
Not from the door, But from the floor
Six feet under, Couldn't ask for more
All I've known is love and hope
But lately all I've been seeing is the end of this rope
Copyright © Denis Picozzi | Year Posted 2015
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