diari depresi

father figure

and all i remember is that scream

and  'flying' things and that rock

i have been told that i am a sinner

to my youths and my life at most

longing for an answer

why it has to be you in a million other person to be hated?

when house isn't a home

since then and always haven't been

and all of your words fall fly

i was worthless

not more than the thing you can always control

to be 'sold' to others

to be shown without any 'i am proud of you'

i have been longing for a warm hug

a little bit smile each time in conversation

no worries of bad words

are anything that makes it tells me to off

little do you know

it's so hard to collect myself piece by piece

in a phase that i was understandable enough

in a phase that i forgave everything

a glimpse of hope that you can at least change a little

now, i'm basically dead inside

still longing for only a back to lay my head

to be proud to actually have a caring father

but i always realize

it's a fantasy 

and a dream that will never be real.