Father?

thinking of you is a pain filled thing knowing that the happiness is all a lie yet to mind these thoughts i bring you can no longer look me in the eye and tell me that you tried that you cared enough to fight into this numbness i slide willingly abandoning all light there will always be a piece of me that wishes things were different but deep down i know they will never be against my walls you no longer make a dent you have left me wandering and cold your words they no longer give me peace your child again you will never hold here is my heart, let me chip off a piece ill leave it on your door mat as you left me so long ago your not welcome here stay at the back, and watch your child without you grow.