"bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same"
Does it make you feel like a man to see her cry, to see her skin turn black and blue courtesy of you? The bruises may have faded and the scars may have healed, but the pain is still here, a constant reminder of the monster that hides inside of you. You can drink until the room goes black, but when you wake it will still be there, your nagging conscience. You hold drink after drink in the hand that caused us so much pain. Left scars on her, scars on my heart, and it's too late to take it back. I may have forgiven you, but I will NEVER forget. I stood between you, begged you to stop. Backed against a wall, there's that hand again only now in my face. What were you thinking? I was so young, not even eight. Now the tears roll down my cheek, staining the page as I remember all that you have done, all the pain you have caused. We thought we were free of you, that you couldn't touch us now, but you still manage to. Digging into her as if she's some kind of punching bag, dumping all your hatred on her. She's more of a man than you will ever be. She's our hero, not you. Who's name does Kevin have tattooed on his wrist? It sure as hell ain't yours. You left an impression on us, this is true, but it was the impression of your hand on her cheek - yes the one that now holds your drinks that help you to forget, but can never fix it. She is responsible for raising us, making us who we are. You can't take responsibility for something you had no part in. You don't know me, you never have. Come to find out you just don't care. Are you happy now as you sit in your empty apartment, sulking in your misery? Are you happy now? Was it worth it? Was it all worth it, just to end up alone? Do you even care? Did you ever care? So many questions left forever to be unanswered. Now as I look up into your eyes - bloodshot, your breath reeking of alcohol as it escapes your lips - I can honestly say that I ashamed to call you Dad.