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A Father's love is unconditional Without question or cause Even when you get knocked down It's there to fix you up A Father's love is special As not everyone is lucky enough to have one And those that do don't say it enough Just how special it is A Father's love is strong Like a steal beam or a rock There to support you When nothing else can A Father's love can drive away fear Protecting you from the darkest of demons Keeping you away from things Dangerous and unknown But you aren't a Father. You push your children over the edge of fear Ripping that support out from under them And never telling them how precious they really are You aren't a Father. You're the very thing You were supposed to protect them from; A monster.
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
A Father's Love
I hate how much power I have over you And that I choose not to use it I hate that you say I don't ask for things When, in truth, I'm selfish I hate how you see what I want you to And you never try to look past it I hate seeing you happy Knowing that I will never be I hate watching you have fun And that I have no such freedom I hate how I can never be as good as you And believe me, I've tried life on that side I hate how you can just go with the flow While I'm struggling keep up and not to drown I hate it when you're nice to me When I've done nothing to deserve your kindness I hate you for saying I'm a good person When, in truth, I'm just a cynical wretch I hate how much I've had to go through And that I just keep walking like nothing's wrong I hate how you loved the lie And never the real me. But I love how you won't give up on me Even if I hate to say it
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
I Hate
It's there It has always been there Staring you in the face But you can't see it You never could You've always just shut your eyes And turned away But it never did That pitiful creature, Always looking at you With such blind admiration How could it love you? Be so devoted to you? The one who lied The one who abandon it All of it was your own fault Because you couldn't look at it And only now do you realize That you could never just leave it For it is you, and you are it So go ahead Turn around And look at that liar That façade That empty husk It won't say anything It's just your reflection
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
The Mirror Lied
I can run all I want I can hide I can scream and cry and pound the walls With my knuckles bruised From fiercely protecting your happiness It won't change anything though I needed closure But this world we live in Has gone into a turbulant riot And left us torn apart On different ends of the spectrum All that I see All I do It's all black and white Just like it used to be But this time, it's splashed with red And you're not here I needed closure Yet, all I got was wounded
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
The Cost of Closure
I closed my eyes again last night, Hoping for dreams of the misery I love so much The kind you can only bring The sweet, cold touch of your fingers Or the disgustingly loving sound of your spiteful voice Anything to get me out of this terrible nightmare But there's no feeling here but perpetual numbness As I lay here staring into the darkness My lungs grow heavy with the cries I've stifled, With the frigid breaths that I dare not breathe in your presence Even though you're gone now And there's only an empty space where you once sat beside me I can't do anything here by drown Filling the room with my tears so that I'm left Drowning again in the unbarable sea of silence That you had found me in so long ago Holding me by that delicate thread And dangling me above the water's edge I believed so much in the light you gave me But it was blinding and by the time you had let me go I was already deeply submerged under the surface of my dispair once again My eyes locked hazily on the distant figure of you as you left But drowning is a hobby of mine And I'll do it again tomorrow night
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
Drowning Is A Hobby
There's no feeling here Just perpetual numbness And empty space Where you once stood beside me Keeping me warm with Your promise of friendship But the wind is fierce and unrelenting Blinding me with the frigid whiteness Of ***** snow Yet, I reach out to your 'perfect' figure in the distance My icy fingers grasping nothing As I silently pray for things to return To the way they used to be So that I can feel the thawing rays of my sun But all the warmth is gone And all I feel is cold.
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
Cold