As I think of my life I think of you,
You ruined my dreams but i still had you,
I can't feel love , I have no need,
I think of you as another mouth to feed,
You use my money on food and shelter,
I'm suppose to make your life somewhat better,
I can't tell you i love you,
I don't like to see you happy,
So i tell you "Go to your room"
And you walk away, I hope feeling crappy,
I hear you cry...but I don't care...,
I look at your arms,
Scars Everywhere....
But as long as you don't bother me...I'm "down" with that
And DON'T EVER, EVER.. call me
"Dad"
Written 12:20p.m
6/29/09
Mood biggrin epressed
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