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I'm Broken
I'm a man with a broken soul. I was a boy once, happy about everything and I expected gifts from him when he walked through the door.
The only gifts I got from him were whatever he had found at the bottom of countless bottles and the stench of that poison in his breath.
He stumbled over his words, but whatever I could make sense of, broke me into a million pieces then broke those pieces until I could not break anymore.
I was merely just a boy and I was having heartaches and I zoned out whenever my friends at school talked about their dads, I chose to believe I never had a father.
I can never run away from nostalgia, the presents I never got, and the vulgar my ears were punished with.
The truth is, his words cut me deep inside and my soul bled oceans, my heart was shattered and I've been mending it ever since.
The only gifts I got from him were whatever he had found at the bottom of countless bottles and the stench of that poison in his breath.
He stumbled over his words, but whatever I could make sense of, broke me into a million pieces then broke those pieces until I could not break anymore.
I was merely just a boy and I was having heartaches and I zoned out whenever my friends at school talked about their dads, I chose to believe I never had a father.
I can never run away from nostalgia, the presents I never got, and the vulgar my ears were punished with.
The truth is, his words cut me deep inside and my soul bled oceans, my heart was shattered and I've been mending it ever since.
Published 8th Jul 2015
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