u/VID3O_GAMER

Tell Our Boys

Tell them how much I loved you,

Tell them how everyday I tried.

And when you said "I love you too",

Don't tell them how you fucking lied.

Don't tell them how you broke my soul,

Or just how much you made it hurt.

Don't tell them it was you that dug this hole,

And buried Daddy under six feet of dirt.

Don't tell them how many babies we made in that bed,

Don't tell them of the cruel things you did.

Don't tell them you loaded the gun that I put to my head,

Or how I still held your hand while you killed our last kid.

Don't tell them of the hateful shit that you said,

Or how it was you that fed this disease.

Don't tell them how everyday you wished I was dead,

Or how you laughed as those words brought me to my knees.

Tell them how everyday I tried my best,

How hard I fought the demons within.

Tell them the only way Daddy's soul could rest,

Was for me to commit this unforgivable sin.

Tell them how happy I was to see,

Tell them how proud I was to finally say.

They both really are just like me,

Only better in every single possible way.

Tell them there's no need to be sad,

Be there to wipe away their tears.

Don't tell them the truth about what you did to their Dad,

Or how strung out I was those last 2 years.

Tell them I never meant to make them cry.

Daddy didn't mean you any harm.

Don't tell them how you fucking wanted me to die,

Alone with nothing but a 30 gauge rig in my arm.

I hope you paid attention to the words you just read,

I only did what you made me do.

By the time you read this I'll already be dead,

So I have one last thing to ask of you.

I know you don't give a fuck.

I won't expect or ask you to care,

I'm parked down your street and dead in my truck.

Please.. don't let our boys find me there.

Tell them I love them and please don't be sad.

We'll all be together again someday.

Tell them how much you once loved their dad,

And that's all I will ever ask of you to say.

And if someday they find out that you lied,

It's because I made sure they knew.

I told them the real reason Daddy died.

I told them it was all because of you.

It wasn't the drugs or the needle or knife,

It wasn't the noose or the bullet in my head.

It was the day you said I'm done being your wife,

The day I lost hope and knew I was already dead.

But when the day comes that we meet again,

I'll stand by your side like I always said I would.

We'll both burn in hell for our evil sin.

Together, holding hands like two lovers should.

-Steven Maness January 12, 2026

And then she said...

I dont love you anymore,

I never fucking did.

I dont care if you die on the floor

I regret ever having your kid.

You're a stupid piece of shit,

You failed at life.

You're never going to quit,

I'm done being your wife.

You're sick in the head,

You like being sad.

You're better off dead,

You're just like your dad.

I don't care how much you try,

It will never be enough.

I hope you fucking die,

The next time you smoke that stuff.

Keep your stupid engagement ring,

You're a shitty dad and a lousy lover.

You never wanted to get clean,

You just went from one drug to another.

Steven Maness

March 21, 2025

LOSING HOPE

What am I supposed to do?

When the drugs don't get me high,

When I'm so dead inside I can't even cry,

When I'm gone... and no one cares enough to wonder why.

What am I supposed to do?

When I'm lost but don't want to be found,

When I scream but still can't hear a sound,

When all I want.. is to be 6 feet underground.

What am I supposed to do?

When the noose has turned my skin to blue,

When I forget what I never knew,

When I look at her...but all I see is you.

What am I supposed to do?

When all I have ever known is pain,

When I'm tortured by my own sick brain,

When I lose my grip...and finally go insane.

What am I supposed to do?

When I'm terrified to be alone,

When my gentle heart has turned to stone,

When I finally start to reap all the evil seeds I've sown.

What am I supposed to do?

When I'm tormented by every word she said,

When it's been 2 and a half years since I've slept in a bed,

When every single day I want to put a bullet in my head.

What am I supposed to do?

When I never learned how to cope,

When the only thing that holds me tight is a rope,

When all that's keeping me alive...is a needle and a bag of dope.

What am I supposed to do?

When they hate me just because I exist.

When I'm already gone and know that I'm not missed.

When I'm pouring out blood from the cut on my wrist.

What the fuck was I supposed to do?

Steven Maness March 28, 2026

The Hole

I opened my eyes to the dirty hole I slept in.

Woke up to a world run by the evil deeds of wicked men.

Stood up on my feet didn't know where the fuck to begin.

So I mixed a shot loaded the rig and slammed the needle deep under my skin.

Then I faked a smile walked out the door and buried my demons even deeper within.

That smile didn't last long, don't know what I did wrong so I loaded the rig all over again.

The shot was strong, the rush so intense that my fake smile turned into a grin.

The rush was gone, the high now low, once again stuck right where I've always been.

A scared little boy, alone in his head with nothing more than some paper and a pen.

38 years playing the game of life even tho I always knew I would never win.

My pathetic life my broken heart and tired soul were all worn so fucking thin.

Maybe it was finally time to say my goodbyes and commit my final sin.

Or maybe I should take another shot, pretend like I forgot, crawl back in my hole so tomorrow I can wake up and do it all over again.

Steven Maness May 7, 2026