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Mar 2015
My dad was my superman when I was small,
I was thin as a skeleton and maybe some four feet tall
And I felt nothing in this world could ever harm me,
Because I knew he was the strongest and brightest of them all.

He carried me on his shoulders for hours at an end,
And more than a dad - he tried to be my friend  
I had everything I could've asked for and then some more,
Life used to so much more colorful and magical back then.

And now I see my superman withering and falling grey,
He now looks nothing like the hero of my yesterday.
So many things I have kept hidden that I want to say
But I can do nothing as I slowly find my own way.

I'll never forgive him for ruining my delusion,
That nothing was even real and everything was a lie
And I'll pretend that whatever he was, was an illusion,
But even in my confusion, I see him through the same eyes.

And it makes it even more unbearable and full of pain,
That whoever he was back then, he'll never be the same
Only an ailing corpse with nothing better to do with his time,
I don't even know what he is now, he looks so strange.

Those memories, I won't be able to clear from my head,
And I would hate him as long as I live, till my last breath
When I see him dying, I have nothing but regret,
I loved him too much I guess and now I wish him dead.

My dad was my superman and now he's frail and old,
Sometimes I pretend that he died a long time ago
He was my everything but the age has taken its toll
And he's the reason why I can't love, he made me cold.

I remember how he used to make me smile and laugh,
Tell me that I was a piece of his soul and heart
Now I have nothing but empty tales to feed my being,
And I watch him slowly fading and it breaks me apart.


I hope he dies and I never have to see him again,
I know I am sick, but there's not a thing I can change
He should have kept his distance and now it's too late
I am his, and he's mine- but I can't take that blame.

It's almost revolting to see how pathetic he actually is,
Even the sight of him is enough to make me sick
I hope he knows how much I hated his magic tricks,
And he made everything magical, with that sly laugh of his.

My dad was my superman and I think he'll always be,
The reason it's too hard is because he means the world to me
And when I see him struggle, I wish I had never known,
That no matter how much you love someone-
someday they'll leave you alone.
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aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
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