°I'm Ok°

They say time heals, but I'm the one who knows how you made me feel. I remember when you would come home drunk and beat on my mother, and I want to let you know you are nolonger my father. I remember the busted glass and the blood shed, but to me you are dead. It's crazy how you think you have a father who loves you, and they turn around and abuse you. You didn't only abuse me physically, you abused me mentally. I can't possibly find it in my heart to forgive a man who cares nothing about his own son, but this is what you get for getting drunk. I was just a child, and I was forced to grow up so fast, I don't want to remember, but I still see the haunting images of the past. Why did it have to turn out this way? Why did you have to make me so afraid? Every night I would pray, just to see one happy day, but it would always end up the same. I'll remember my unhappy days, but now I'm ok.