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Crying in pain
In dedication to my father, Anthony Stevens Wright. (August 9th, 2010)
He was a good man and a loving father no matter how much he didn't show it.
You do not understand how much fucking pain that I am in....
Every single day.
I cry myself to sleep.
I miss you so much.
We used to do things together.... like hang out or go bowling....
But now you are gone.
You died.
I didn't get to say goodbye.
I didn't get to say that I really and truely loved you.
You supported what I wanted(sometimes).
You never told me that you loved me.
You only payed attention to that FUCKING BITCH!!!!
She is ruining my life.
She doesn't care what I am doing or how successful I'm going to be in life.
I wish that you were here.
I miss you so much.
I miss your funny ways.
How you used to make me laugh and smile.
DAMNIT..... I just fucking miss you.
You shouldn't have had to die!!!!!
DAMNIT!!!!!
He was a good man and a loving father no matter how much he didn't show it.
You do not understand how much fucking pain that I am in....
Every single day.
I cry myself to sleep.
I miss you so much.
We used to do things together.... like hang out or go bowling....
But now you are gone.
You died.
I didn't get to say goodbye.
I didn't get to say that I really and truely loved you.
You supported what I wanted(sometimes).
You never told me that you loved me.
You only payed attention to that FUCKING BITCH!!!!
She is ruining my life.
She doesn't care what I am doing or how successful I'm going to be in life.
I wish that you were here.
I miss you so much.
I miss your funny ways.
How you used to make me laugh and smile.
DAMNIT..... I just fucking miss you.
You shouldn't have had to die!!!!!
DAMNIT!!!!!
Published 28th Jan 2011
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29th Jan 2011 1:09am
One thing to look forward to, is re-writing this in 5 years time. I lost my father recently too, a sincere shitter if I may say so myself (feel free not to, but there's a couple of pieces I wrote about the ordeal if you can be arsed to troll through the drudge...) Anyhow, whilst the poem was a little too direct and off the cuff for me, your opening statement 'he was a good man and a loving father no matter how much he didn't show it' is a good glimpse of some great writing to come. The only words of advice I ever give: get yourself a copy of Bukowski's 'Love is a dog from hell' and taste it.
