2.9.12

my dad is finally leaving.
but i dont feel happy like i think i should.
i'm thinking about the things that were,
rather than the things that would.

i'm losing all my tears,
cuz it feels like i am lost.
i always thought that his heart was covered in frost.

he told me he doesnt love me.
i believe him to, yeah i'm a dummy.
but the meth has took my real dad,
and it made me sick to my stomach.

we screamed and yelled and hit and faught.
he put me in a headlock.
i cried and then he shook me

i saw the anger in his eyes
and the meth that was working withing.
i was glad that he didnt hit me again.

now this is my morning of 2.9.12
and i know i'll be meeting my dad back in hell