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dearest father


Dearest father

I’m eighteen now

Can you believe it

Probably not

You were never there in the first place

So why would you care now

I like to think that sometimes my mother lied about who you are

I like to think you are a good person

But you’re not

You’re the lowest of them all

You abandoned us “father”

But I’m doing well if you must know

I’ve learned to live without you

Except on father’s day

That day is the bane of my existence

You know I cry on that day every year right?

But you wouldn’t care would you?

You didn’t care then

So why would you care now?

So dearest father
I wont cry over you anymore

I’ve moved on

Dearest father

Goodbye

 

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