I hate you.
Every day I think of you,
and can not escape my pain.
I long for the days before you left,
before my life was irrevocably shattered,
before my life ended.
I still can't enjoy my birthday,
I still lay awake waiting for the calls to repeat,
waiting for the cops to come and for you to leave.
You were never part of my life anyways,
you were nothing but a stand in,
never a father.