Dear Father,


I remember the look on your drunk face,

you punched the floor until the bones in your hands would break.

I'm equally as destructive.

I lost my one true love because of the evil you've raised me in.

It's good she left me.

I want happiness for her,

even if she isn't with me

because I am exactly like you. 

  • Author: LUNAFAUS (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 19th, 2018 23:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: I was raised in an abusive home and it's only now that I'm seeking help. A fragile mind at such a young age, I learned and grew with what I saw. My one true love has left, but I'm okay with her decision. I wish my mother would've done the same.
  • Category: Short story
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  • orchidee

    Hope you can find healing and a way through this.


      Thank you, much appreciated.

    • Nicholas Browning

      Children are like that. They adapt to what they are shown. Best regards to sorting it out friend.

      • LUNAFAUS

        Thank you.

      • onepauly

        this baffles me. I have no comment.

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