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To Dad,

I have no memories of you

When I was young,

was there fun?

Because I miss you.

But I don't want to see you

because it hurts too bad

to let you go

back out on your own.

It's your fault you're alone

because I'm right here...

...where I've always been

Punk music fills my head

And all it sings is you.

You'll be glad to know

that I don't need you

because I never had you

and I don't want you

to hold me or console me

or fix my bruises.

It's me who chooses to fall anyway

because you were away

when came the days I needed you

to say "Everything will be okay."

Punk music fills my head

And all it sings is you.

I wonder if you feel

the same emptiness I do

when I simply think of you.

But please don't hurt like me.

You wouldn't be able to bare it.

I wouldn't want to share it

with a man, a stranger, a father

I never knew.

Shutting you out is better

than knowing you're so close

and not thinking of me

And the punk music

deafens my welcome ears

and all it screams is you.

From Daughter