I hate how it feels
The way a single text
Makes my blood boil
Because I know you don't care
Wouldn't have cried
If I ended up Dead and starving
And now you message
Asking how I am
Pretending you miss me
Like those words really hold any weight
But I'm not here
To make you feel less guilty
I hope you burn in your guilt
I'm not here to help you keep up appearances
Because at the end of the day
You were never a real father