Dad
All the fighting, all the screaming, I cant take anymore. I’m going to break down and then what will happen? I hated living in a house with so many rules. I hate being here. Why couldn’t I have a childhood? Why did I have to listen to every damn thing you said? Why so many questions? Why so much yelling? But the truth is, you didn’t care. You wanted me gone.
You didn’t want me. You didn’t care. Now you’re mad that I finally have a voice. But no one can tell me what to do, no one can tell me to be quite or sit down. Now the truth hurts doesn’t it dad?
You left me when I was 6. You didn’t care. You needed a new life, without me in it. You said that I wasn’t yours. Well fuck that! You just have to say that I am. Cos no matter how fucking hard you try, I’m never going to go away! I never really recovered from when you picked your ass up off of the couch and left. I was hurting. I was mad. I was sad. But now, hell I’m just fine.
You didn’t want me. You didn’t care. Now you’re mad that I finally have a voice. But no once can tell me what to do, no one can tell me to be quite or sit down. Now the truth hurts doesn’t it dad?
Called me now and then. Didn’t wanna hear it. I was too mad. Slammed down the phone. Yelled in your face. You’re mad cos now I have a voice to tell you off, to tell you where to be. When I was younger, I thought that you were the perfect dad. HAHA! Was I ever wrong! You didn’t want me. I wasn’t yours. You hurt me so bad. Do you know what it feels like to lose someone you loved? But the truth is, fuck; I don’t love you anymore. You didn’t care.
You didn’t want me. You didn’t care. Now you’re mad that I finally have a voice. But no once can tell me what to do, no one can tell me to be quite or sit down. Now the truth hurts doesn’t it dad?
All the fighting, all the screaming, I cant take anymore. I’m going to break down and then what will happen? I hated living in a house with so many rules. I hate being here. I never loved you. You made my life hell. Never want me did you dad? You shut me outta your life. You left me to die. Why couldn’t I have a childhood? Why did I have to listen to every damn thing you said? Why so many questions? Why so much yelling? You never wanted me. Did you dad?
You didn’t want me. You didn’t care. Now you’re mad that I finally have a voice. But no once can tell me what to do, no one can tell me to be quite or sit down. Now the truth hurts doesn’t it dad?
Everyone has a dad. But I don’t. It makes me mad, to know that you’re out there being “free and happy” and I’m here wondering what the hell I did wrong. Why did you leave? Why did you take off and not say good-bye? Called me now and then. Didn’t wanna hear it. I was too mad. Slammed down the phone. Yelled in your face. You’re mad cos now I have a voice to tell you off, to tell you where to be. When I was younger, I thought that you were the perfect dad. HAHA! Was I ever wrong!
You didn’t want me. You didn’t care. Now you’re mad that I finally have a voice. But no once can tell me what to do, no one can tell me to be quite or sit down. Now the truth hurts doesn’t it dad?
You didn’t want me. You didn’t care. Now you’re mad that I finally have a voice. But no once can tell me what to do, no one can tell me to be quite or sit down. Now the truth hurts doesn’t it dad?
It just pains you to hear that I finally found my voice.Back to original writing index
Author: Babi_BlueSundae@hotmail.com
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