Alive Died

He returned every night to a place he was supposed to call "home". "A home? Family? Do I even have that?" that guy would subtly stare at the apartment's door and wonder. If you rummaged into his soul you'd find a horrifying emptiness and severe glacial melancholy. You'd wonder if he really is alive. However,what adds to the severity is that such a guy who has lost himself a long time ago is the head of a family, my family. In fact he's my father. He died a long time ago,inside. And for all what I know, he wants to pull us into the pits of hell with him. My father doesn't want to feel "dead" alone. He wants us to die with him.