Dear father,
What happened to you?
Once my role-model, my hero, my steady support in my very own corner.
Now you come home an empty hole, just a shell of a man, a shadow of what you once were.
Enabled by you to be bullied by your very own selfish son.
Defended your honour through lecturing an ungrateful child.
Only to turn back around and spit at the face of a caring son.
We share the same roof and door, but same room. Needed by all, but accepted by none.
I wish to love you for who you are, but your lack of soul had left me a hole that I can’t seems to fill.
In this house I don’t call home, I tried to stay as my sanity runs insain, now it’s high time I bide you farewell.
Broke and broken for the love I won’t receive.
Forgive me my father, for I just can’t, can’t stay and stand under your spits of sick.
Forgive me my father, for I am, just an ungrateful son.
I wish you well, I wish you joy, both of which sadly you wont seek.
Thank you for the roof you gave, tainted by your careless words, they leak worse than rain.
Off I go on my own, to seek refuge for my broken soul. Dare I say, I hope to find, a father figure within me for my fragile inner child. So I dream, if I may, to learn to be a lover and a father that you lack.
Good bye,
Son.