Unfortunate

Siting hurling over a toilet gripping abottle of crown apple we havnt  even spent 20 minutes seporate but its killing me because the shit was genuin i would have done anything to switch places with him he ignored you and took for granted then i took your hand and adored you now im sick in a bathroom, if its not you then fuck love ill do some kind of ritual to donate all of my feelings to some one who actually gives a fuck,  he created the seed that you shared and for the sake of a better life we had to break up so i cant be mad at you,  but now im fucking confused drinking this bottle of boose hoping to loose consciousness so i dont have to think about what you might do after counseling and i dont know who to fire at  right now it fucking hurts to beathe im having dreams of us having a son or and daughter being a father to a memory that has a chance of being just a memory, almost wanna go on a killing spree,  like fuck life i hate it, buck shots to neighbor's. Any body who smiles can get it since i was slaped again in the face by fate ill take it out on happiness so watch me break its face crack a smile ill crack ya chin bash a bat against your fractured lips and splash in what that gashes drip. On the real fuck this poem im abouta drink until im dead.