my Little mans tree

Is it truth we'll see, it happens in the booth for me, all of my tiny blessings makes me feel lucky, is it the truth we'll see ive been fighting since my youth you see. If you take a second to look youll see some have it harder than you its me. Always doing favors for absolutely zero for me, it stays between us all the connected ties to me whether you move across the world or 3 feet across from me your stuck inside still holding on to a massive part of me, he gets older every day i truly hope inevitability she someday understands i now live without a giant part to see, its as though i now live in a world of make believe. All social media sites im now banned to see, my son grows up without a father that father whos me. Havent seen his handsome looks in years heart break you better believe, it is entirely wrong for me to not produce this for all to read, its time for people to be held accountable for all of the pain they cause me, if i was with my little man he would already have a house in a tree where he can go play make his own make believe. A pathetic excuse of a man once tried to kill on me, its been 5 years now and i am a whole new entirely me, i had to relearn how to read a clock everything once simple was now hard for me, everything hard on me, what did i do to deserve all of this heartache breaks me, always tried to be good person look at what that all got me, the world changes daily but it seems like life forgot about me. I still try to be a good person all the way to completely, i really hope this isnt a pattern or its me who will flee. Once so important now she holds everything dear close to me, she has taken everything from me so pathetically. I wait for the time to add to infinite so it will once again be my turn to see my little me.