Stale Cigarettes
March 25, 2019
I hate you.
You were never there for me.
You were too drunk to notice us hurting.
My scares will never fade.
You never wanted me.
Everyone says i look just like you like its a compliment.
They dont understand.
You would have a six pack for breakfast.
I can still smell the stale cigarettes in the kitchen
Then you were gone.
New home, new friends.
Then i got sick.
My mother could'nt pay the bills, she called you for help.
You threatened her life over a hospital bill for your kid.
I hate you.
You are nothing to me.
I never needed you before and i sure as fuck dont need you now.
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