You blame her for my struggles,
yet you were the one who made me suffer.
Always busy earning money,
never doing anything funny.
You made me question my own worth,
shortening my time on this earth.
I was 15 when I first took the blade,
creating something that will never fade.
It’s sad how blind you were,
thinking you were a good father to me.
Couldn’t see the tears and the pains,
being treated by losing blood from my veins.
Needing pills to stay alive,
couldn’t even know how much longer I can survive.
Yet you still think you aren’t the one to blame,
thanks to you my life will never be the same.
I will never forget what you have said,
nor the memories which I can’t get out of my head.
I never wanna see you again,
and you should respect that if you are a man.