Do you think about me?
Do you cry yourself to sleep?
Do you ever think when can you see me again?
Well do you? Because I do.
I think about you every day.
About what it's like for you in there.
If you know that I'm still here.
I cry when I remember that you're gone.
When what you did was wrong.
And how it hurt them.
When I realize that no matter how hard I try you will always be my father.
I cry a lot about this.
All of this has messed with my head.
I've had dreams of watching you die and not care.
I think about seeing you so I could tell you how much I hate you.
So I could tell you that you're not my dad.
You're just some man with the same last name.
To me you're not dad anymore.
You're just Jerry.
