Dear father,
Maybe I've gone bat shit crazy, my eyes seem to have gone watery and hazy. So maybe I've finally snapped and gone utterly crazy.
Maybe you cannot see what I see, I only wish to find peace from all the misery and pain locked deep. I only hope for a father, and a mother whom care and love something about me.
But maybe I've gone a tad bit bat shit crazy, and I am not worth fixing.
Maybe your harsh words are right.. And maybe I'm not worth it.. Any of it
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Scared Of The Dark .4 (Growing up Series)
PoetryTo have a fear is to be human. To fear the dark is to fear the unknown. Please don't close the door and leave me here alone. Growing Up Book Series's. 4
