Unscathed.
All my life ive been surrounded by women. No father figures around, so my upbringing wasnt fully woven. Loving and caring were the only languages that were spoken. Hate used to be foreign until i had to walk out the house. And all i would see were fathers and child in hand, A glimpse at mine and I remembered that it was never held. An intoxicated teenager missing his old man, But how do you miss someone you've never even seen? If i had a question pointed at him, the first one would read; "Where the hell have you been?" I was just a boy when my thoughts manifested and turned to an ocean tears. Flooded my face and left my eyes swollen like i just had 10 rounds in a boxing ring. I was forced to grow up fast so i could face my fears, So cigarettes, weed and alcohol became my companion. I couldnt wrap my head around relationships so i moved from one to the next like i was shifting through gears. Before i knew it i was already thinking like an old man, But being...