His words like daggers, sharp and cold,
Telling me I'm worthless, weak and sold.
A father's love, a distant dream,
just echoes of a cruel, broken scheme.
In silence, I carry the weight he gave,
A heart once full, now lost and brave.
chasing approval, but never free--
I'm his prisoner, and he's the key.
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 10:24 PM UTC
His words like daggers, sharp and cold,
Telling me I'm worthless, weak and sold.
A father's love, a distant dream,
just echoes of a cruel, broken scheme.
In silence, I carry the weight he gave,
A heart once full, now lost and brave.
chasing approval, but never free--
I'm his prisoner, and he's the key.
