A poem to my dad.


Why. That is one thing I will never understand.

Didn’t you want me?

I guess not.

What a great dad.

You scarred me from me from the beginning.

Fucked me up bad.

Why put a child through so much pain.

You were only thinking about yourself.

Not that I don’t get it.

I feel the same thing.

Difference is, my kids come first.

I could never leave them.

You caused more problems than you fixed.

Depression is an evil bitch.

Some people just can’t handle too much stress.

The thing is.

Everybody’s life is a mess.

You opted out.

You left us behind.

The only question I really have is.


sad poetry
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