In the depths of your care, I find despair,
While you provide, your presence I can't bear.
Though you call yourself my loving father,
Your actions have left a scar I can't smother.
My heart aches with the wounds you've bestowed,
You're no father to me, this truth must be known
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 12:17 PM UTC
In the depths of your care, I find despair,
While you provide, your presence I can't bear.
Though you call yourself my loving father,
Your actions have left a scar I can't smother.
My heart aches with the wounds you've bestowed,
You're no father to me, this truth must be known
I hate your presents