Note for Father

You’re no good.

You were never there.

How dare you call yourself my father?

It hurts me to tell you

To go away.

But you can’t come around when you feel sorry

For what you’ve done.

You’ve broken your daughter,

Shattered her into a million pieces,

Pieces that are scattered across this dirty floor.

How sorry are you?

Can you tell me that?

Forget your empty apologies,

I want to see you on your knees,

Begging for my forgiveness.

Who knows?

I may just feel generous enough to forget all of the pain

The suffering,

The blood you made me shed

With my own two hands.

So for now,

FUCK OFF!

And try your call again.