Hereditary

Hereditary

I remember when I was just a boy
I'd lay awake at night thinking about dying
It was scary I didn't want to
I couldn't clear my head, I'd fall asleep trying
I'd tell god and Jesus that I loved them
Over and over in my head
And hoped each morning I'd be alive
Another day I wasn't dead
I always thought that I was strange
Did people really do this?
It was all to baffling
I was very young and felt clueless
But it must not be as weird as I thought
It seems hereditary
Because my son just called me in his room
And he said these things to me

By LukeCoomer ©