Dad, without you in my life,
It is always a struggle and fight.
No mater what I do,
I will always love you.
I know things between us were not always right.
Nevertheless, you did not have to take your life.
Sometimes I ask, God "why?"
However I cannot help but break down and cry.
If you were hurting that bad,
I would have helped you because you are my Dad.
When I cry I know it will not be my last,
But I can't sit here and dwell on my past.
I could have helped you through it.
But you just went ahead and blew it.
When I had to lay you in your grave,
I felt like I became the devil's slave.
Even though your gone,
I am going to remain strong,
Because we still have that father and son bond.