Hey kiddo,
Sorry I was never there for your birthdays. I promise I'll be there next year. I know it's been eight years since I last saw you, but my sentence is almost over.
Love,
Dad
He reads the letter, heartbroken,
He knew his dad wouldn't be there.
Angrily, he gets up,
And throws a kitchen chair.
His mom tries to calm him down,
Saying, "It'll be okay."
But how can he believe his own mother,
If his father was a liar, too.
His dad was a flake,
Still very much is.
He drank alcohol,
And beat his mom.
And never let him go to school.
This kid is only 12,
But he feels so very old.
So very tired, and so very cold.
He locked himself in his bedroom,
And took a razorblade,
He laid down to sleep,
And these words he said:
"Dad, I'll never love you. I know you'll never be there. I wanted to have you for my birthday, but I guess it's just a dream. Now, I'm going to bed, and in eternal sleep I hope to see. The father who I really love. The father who cares about me. The father who isn't an alcoholic. Who tried to force me to take, several pills, And teach me how to kill, my teachers who gave me an education. This is my last farewell, and I only wanted to say. . . All of this is all your fault, and I'll hate you, even from Hell."
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Lost
De TodoPlease don't take these. My poetry is all I have. warning: VERY SAD, DON'T READ IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET
