Mamas not been here in days.
It's strange how she has her ways.
A different man every week.
Even though on the inside she's a geek.
I don't know who my dad is , ill probably never know .
Due to the show my mum puts on for these men.
They all smell strongly of cigarettes and alcohol.
My dad probably doesn't even know I exist .
So when I die in a month or so no one will ever know.
There's a photo next to my mums bed of a man.
With dark hair and a hint of a tan.
She holds it close at night .
It gives me quite a fright , why is he so important?.
The light is fading and my heart beat slows.
I want to scream for help but now it shows .
I know now staring round the empty hospital room.
No one knows that that geek always in the library is dying.
As I draw my last breath and say goodbye to the world.
I wish that even if my dad doesn't know me that he'll never forget me dad.
