Your Fault

A Poem About My Father.

They Say Sometimes Crying Is What You Need.
But What If You Need Something New?
What If Crying Only Fuels The Pain
And No Longer Releases The Fearsome Agony Inside?
What Youve Done To me...
Its Monsterous.

My Innosence,
   My Childhood,
       My Sanity,
           My Smile....
Youve Tainted Them All
I Am No Longer Pure..

My Innosence Youve Stripped
My Childhood Youve Stolen
My Sanity Youve Deluded
My Smile Youve Faded

This Hole In My Heart,
It Will Never Fully Heal.
The Edges Will Always Ache And Bleed
Revealing The Sickness Youve Filled It With.

Though Times I Can Relax In The Numbness
That So Very Rarely Soothes Me
Releasing Me From Your Hell..
I Can Never Escape What Youve Done.

As Soon As It Fades Away
The Pain,
  Depression,
      All The Flashbacks...

They All Explode Within Me
With An Unmerciful Force
Reminding Me Of Every Drunken Night
Everytime You Snorted Lines
All The Bruises And Black Eyes

Every Happy Memory Of You, Me..Of Us..
Is Forever Polluted By Your Sickness
My Burning Rage, My Seething Pain

ARE ALL YOUR FAULT.