a father's love

March 22, 2011
By Anonymous

tears stream down his face
as the alcohol mixes with
his blood

it tares at my heart

he screams at me
all his frustrations,
makes them my fault

another cut in my heart

he tries to hide his pain in the bottle
and it hurts him to see me suffer
he's half the problem

the past scars on my heart

he leaves,
drives away,
swerveing all over the road

it tares at my heart

how he'll never learn,
how he'll never see,
he's the death of me.

why does he only seem to care when he's drunk?

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