Sometimes you make me sad.
Sometimes you make me mad.
Wish you would die.
So I could fly.
Make my own runs.
No more guns.
Scars so deep.
You just couldn't keep me here.
Still learing people in.
Everyone sins.
You're not perfect.
Neither am I.
You've made me cry.
I've said my good-bye.
So much hidden.
You're not just some cute kitten.
Something so evil.
I get so low.
More than you'll ever know.
Somehow I understand.
Still don't think I can.
Let this all go.
I wish you could know.
Sometimes you make me sad.
Sometimes you make me mad.
After all,
you are my dad.
Reason for writing:
To my dad who is dead to me.*Fathers that hurt their daughters made scars so deep.*We hadley ever speak.
Birth sign: Taurus
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