So many questions with no real answers

I hate that I wasn’t with my father then

Maybe then I wouldn’t need those answers

Maybe no one would care I don’t like men


I’m left uncertain, broken, and alone

While holding the pain of losing my dad

Wanting to call him and talk on the phone

Still angry with the man who took my dad


I’m isolated from the world and numb

My emotions have grown to self hatred

I have been drinking big bottles of rum

Finally having some fun when i’m wasted


I will never forget how we would dance

Playing music wishing for one more dance



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