Hey Dad, I think we need to talk..

Please don't lie to me anymore,
I can tell whether or not you tell me the truth.
You say "Everything will be okay, this is the last time."
How can I be so ******* sure?
You can be a vindictive, abusive and envious man,
I am used to it.
Whenever I get a beating it tickles,
My Three Square Meals I get each day; Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner.
The feeling of a leather belt in rapid speed, hitting my back, legs, arms, chest and my skin 3 times a week.
It tickles, creeps up on me more, over and over, but with steel hands.
Father, I love you. But I can;t do this no more.  
We are growing apart,
You distorted my feelings as to how I think a father should be.
I thought you can be the protective strong guy I can rely on, and play catch with me during the weekends.
Instead you became a real torture machine, torturing not only me but the rest of the family.
I hope you understand what is on my mind, please don't you cry, I need to be honest.
You put us through hell and back for the past couple of years.
With the drunken arguements you had with my mother,
Objects are thrown at you and readily returned back,
This is an undocumented war that no one knows about but your kids.
Though, there were times were you made me smile.
I appreciate the little things you done for me, like helping me with simple addition and division no matter how much our family is divided.
We move on and carry on as time flies,
You aren't the perfect dad.
But you are worth it.
Just didn't put enough work into really loving us.
We had to learn love ourselves before you attempted to show that you care.
I am trying to understand you, hopefully you can do the same for me.

- Astro Flows.