What the fuck do I know
I know frustration and pain and longing
I know that there are children in this world with my DNA
But I don't know them
I'm tired of trying to call them and not getting to talk to them
I'm tired of sending birthday and Christmas presents and not getting
as much as an acknowledgement
who knows if they got them? I don't.
Communication is a two way street
We live in an age of email, text messaging, skype, web cams and I can't get the time of day
from my own children.
What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this?
I was there when it mattered, now they don't even remember me.
This is the year that I truly let them go
Ball is in their court, if their mother doesn't take it away.