September 14th, 2014
I looked at you;
As you screamed at me, over a silly permit.
So I took a chance and asked you that burning question.
"What's more important to you, dad? Me or the alcohol?"
All you did was look at me.
You looked like you either wanted to **** me, or yourself.
That night, I left your stubborn hold.
Abandoned everything I knew.
Left everything that I loved.
I watched the street lights go by, blurred by the tears in my eyes.
The radio turned up to try and drown out my sobs.
To try and drown out the echo of your voice in my head.
You thought I was joking.
You thought it was just a teenage phase.
Did you know what you were doing?
The bruises you were leaving?
The things you would call me?
Ever since April 27th, 1999...
My life was a struggle.
You seemed to do everything you could to make it worse.
Why didn't you just **** me?
Why didn't I just **** me?
Little did you know...
My life was a struggle.
I almost quit.
But I am stronger than you will ever be.
No punch,
No slap,
No bruise,
No word,
Nothing will ever bring me down.
Especially not my own father.
Now thanks to you,
People can depend on me,
I can depend on me.
Because my purpose... Is to live.