"I thought the pictures were real"

    I love my child
     I owe you my last mile while I'll be thinking about you through every tribulation and trail
     It's hard for me to get a grip
     What a trip, how every second, of every minute, of every hour away from you makes me a bigger piece of shit
     Honestly, I deserve to be hit
     In realization, I shouldn't even be gone that long to have to mention how big and beautful you get
     Girl, look at you. So smart and grown
     No wonder I'm not whole, stone cold and alone
     You're the other part of my very heart and soul as my half apart from you barrel rolls, spinning out of control
     Must be dumb, dull like I cracked my skull, to stroll, patrolling the streets instead of being a father, playing that role
     Knowing the older we get, the more you get tired of this shit, reminding me not to forget this is the reason you hate me then split
     I can hear her telling me
     "So dad don't get mad, all the sudden you care when I didn't answer the phone"
     "Sitting in your wheelchair, unaware I am not with you through the sickness and seizures...."
     "Pssst. Hey dad."
     "Then it hits ya. You're motionless, all alone with no real home talking to nothing but my photos and pictures."