hung up, hung over

I‘ve been growing impatient
trying to survive on empty
your promised were like rope
wrapped tightly around my neck
the chair beneath my feet
the only thing holding us up

“your child is not a weapon
your child is not some tool
that you should use
to hurt others

it hurts my heart
it tears me apart
to witness your inability
to appreciate the efforts
of those who only wish
to love your child
as if that child was theirs

your child is not some weapon
and yet you use this child
in that way

not realizing that you‘re only
hurting yourself
by destroying the bond
shared by others
just to protect your own”