Abuserrr Poem by nat jones

i am crying as i am dying
looking for a blessing this is so depressing
its leaving me guessing what could of been
this is stressing
trying to expressing
i try to heal
this is a big deal
what i feel
i am sad
sometimes mad
sometimes glad
but moslty sad
my deadbeat dad was a abuser
a loser
always a boozer
occasional drug user
he abuses to leave bruises
he accuses
he refuces
hes a prick
i want to hit him with a brick
what a cheap trick