today, my father claimed that my family does not love him.
that he is alone in this life,
that no one stands besides him through his struggles.
i try to convince myself that it is just his depression talking,
i try to convince myself that he would never think that,
however - how much more can i convince myself, when my own father has said he may aswell leave this earth because no one loves him?
pain, pain and more pain.
how much longer can this go for?
we give him all this love and attention, yet it does nothing.
im at my witsend.
god, someone help me!
this is one of my more darker and vulnerable poems - im truly at the end of the line and i dont know what else to do but express how i feel through these ****** poems.