dear dad

Jun 05, 2004 21:49

I keep your pictrure in the golden frame beside my bed.
Thoughts of you are always here.every second. They never leave me head.
Here in this box,
Im just the lying reminder.
To be cursed. Im the sin that’s here as a bitter reminder of you.
Almost a comparison to when the dog shits on the prized carpet, gleams a smile then walks away. Never to be seen again.

Im the shit.
You’re the dog.

And life attempts to continue around me, but my rancid smell reminds them of the dog that left it behind. And he only thing left is the shit.
But the “little shit” that apparently causes a;; the arguments and fights didn’t ask to be brought to this pristine circular bruise.
Would I have been much more happier jus tto be have left in the comforting darkness of not knowing your identity?

Im as much in the dark as you are knowing who iam. Im just the waste you couldn’t keep anymore, right? And ive left a life long stain on the prized carpet.

WHOOPS.

Wash it clean of me.

It would be better on all of us. The little shit on the carpet and for the lives that exsitis around her.
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