You've always said you loved me,
How come you were never there?
How could I have believed,
When you couldn't bother to care?
You ran away from your family,
How'd you think that was fair?
We were always broke because you spent the money.
Were your drugs more important to you than me?
You have two other kids, my beloved siblings.
And a wife you beat just to scare.
Now you're gone and we're finally free.
Recently, I can't bring myself to care.
Thank you for that, sincerely.
That's the only thanks you'll get from me.
I hope someday you'll see our pain.
Goodbye "Daddy."
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Mistaken
PuisiA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
