Dear 'father'

Dear father,

I'm so tired of your stupid games;
your twisted ways of getting inside my head.

I'm so sick of just dealing with it,
feeling hurt over it,
having to drag on your dread...

And you,
Like to believe

That I’m just dying without you
 miss being around you

Let's talk,

I'm over it.

I am so over it.

I am done with you,

and I'm done with your shit.

Your 'oh so' loving daughter,
                               -Aems.

P.S.
        I'm moving in with mom.