HOLY SHIT

The desire for my children's success is part of the reason I started praying again. life feels spooky, and scary when a father sees he’s raising any form of lack and depression. I know an excuse and a deadly creation, and my opinion makes me an asshole who gives a shit about their differences.

Childhood taught me monsters are real- even though adults tell you not to believe as they crossed lines into abuse and addiction.

Aaahhh Fuuck!

Tears flowing from emotions I thought I was over. Dosing worries I control. This can’t be the feeling they were chasing. Eyes blood shot, heart pounding, closing off to a world of love. The devil is one sexy bitch- and the way I’m feeling- God is the son of one. I don’t mean that, I just want to feel like my angels have my back.