to be a dad (is it a letter? a poem? idek man, it doesn't really rhyme)

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i'm scared to death of being like my dad

he wasn't a bad man, but he wasn't a good father

it seemed like family wasn't something

he wanted to bother with

he cheated on my mother,

and he was an alcoholic

i've cheated on my wife, back when we were dating

and i have the worst trouble staying sober

what if i end up like him?

and drop dead, leaving my son without someone to guide

with no one to stay there and be beside

because his mom can't unsee her husband from the son's face

she just can't stand the resemblance, so she counts down the days

until she can kick him out, and tell him to get out of her place

mia, i wanted so badly to be your daddy

but i was afraid of being like mine

and i failed with you, i failed so bad

and now i'm scared to my bones again

because i know with my son i'm just going

to screw up and fail again

oh mia, i was too young to be your dad

i was barely sixteen, but i still loved you

(even though i could barely handle losing your brother

i loved you but i think i abandoned you too much to chase after your mother)

baby girl, i won't lie and say that i tried

because maybe i did in my own way,

but baby girl, you deserved way better

not parents who shot heroin in their toes because their veins almost collapsed

not parents who snorted coke and did things no person should ever do

not a dad who was diagnosed as crazy, and a mom who was undiagnosed but crazier

not a set of suicidals, selfish and uncaring

you deserved better than us, baby girl

but at least i can say we both loved you

in our own twisted ways

oh baby girl, i'm so sorry

i know all you wanted was a mommy and daddy

not just any mommy and daddy--yours

and i'm sorry neither of us could give that to you

i'm sorry i had an episode, and my mind was too damaged to remember you

but i remember you know, and sometimes i wish i didn't

because i don't want to remember just how many times we'd drive you

half-baked to your great-grandparents and drop you off

with no inclination of when we'd come back

i guess you were too young to feel abandoned by us

(i can thank the lord for that,

how your innocence protected you)

but i remember the times we couldn't wait to try and kill ourselves

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