father

o father dear father im sick and tired of your lies you say its all come to an end am i to believe such lie? it was the "end" years ago end to bruises and tears end to anger problems and all that crap end to problems that lasted years yet there u where today i saw u with my own eyes slaming the chair to the groud and proving those lies o father my father dont u understand? ur the cause of my attitude ur y i get so mad since i was 6 years old u, daddy would hit me id cry to sleep in my closet waiting for an apology that apology never arrived only tears followed that night no knocking on the door no saying sry or sleep tight ur always complaining saying i dont love you how can i possibly love you after all the things u do as suprising as this may be father i do love you so its cause of u i live my life and have the things i do i just wish ud understand that you are not always right that u scared me when u come close that im always afraid id die only a few friends know maybe two or three only a few know that ive ran away and try to kill myself constantly its allright if u dont love me ive learned to accept that fact with age comes maturity ive learned that my dearest dad