Insomnia

My husband is sleeping like a dead mother fucker in his room.

I am wide awake on the Net, watching cartoons in my room, eating ice cubes.

I am upset over my little bastard of a son I have, treating us so bad, when he kisses her parents ass.

I can't change him and I wish i could. Or change her. But I can't.

I wish I could go to sleep and stop remembering all the crap they have both done to me over the years.

I wish I could stop crying.