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The week before the day has been hard



I can't fill out this Hallmark card



The words on the card are all a lie



You fucked up my life and sometimes I could die



My heart has been torn,worn and scorned forever



I beleived your lies and your not even clever



I tried to be your son for ten years



I've shed an ocean of tears



You've never seen me grown into a man



Unless this was a part of your fucked up plan



Fucked my mother and made her life hell



Your not the smartest man as we can tell



I can't beleive I came from your dick



The mere thought of it makes me so fucking sick



How could you help create a life?



And kill it for some whore who isn't even a wife



You broke me,choked me,kicked me,punched me,slapped me,smacked me,snapped me without raising your hand and uttering a word



At night I scream your name,I wish you heard



All that I have been through I needed a dad



You didn't give me a ounce of any love you had



You pissed on my soul and it took its toll



I'm ill,I take pills



I write this as my heart spills



You keep your mouth shut



All because of that little slut



I know the old you is there



Hope it comes out someday,somewhere



I pray Emily doesnt endure what I had to



The lies,the pain,hurt,damage,heartache,sickness,depression,tears,anger,frustration,emptiness and rage because of you



But I still love you dad,even with all the pain



I'm you and I'm still your son,we're one in the same



I write this as my way to vent



I'm sick of all the promises you bent



Everyday I look at my hands



Its yours I see and that much I can't stand



You nearly killed me with your neglect



But hold up,lets back up a sec



You tried to protect me from any danger



Now you'd stab me like I was a stranger



Deep inside the old Angel is there buried,waiting to be reborn



Soon I hope,I'm tired of this storm