Words Unspoken. [Poems]

The truth hurts, sorry dad.

[ I wrote this a long time ago about my dad as well..]

I guess we make mistakes, cause you leaving was the worste one now lets see what you can screw up later.

I know its natural to make mistakes but you couldve called instead of blowing my hopes.

I guess its history now, but it still hurts me in so many ways..

You dont know what ive been through cause you werent there. 

Thats the part that should hit you hard.

As if you were hit but in your heart.

The clock is ticking and your still not here..

soon that hit will leave a bruise

and then before you know it the bruise becomes a black hole.

So get your head out of the clouds and smell the fresh air.

Because time is running out.

Change your actions before your trapped on this enchanted rollercoaster ride.

M.D.G