I really wish that you could see what you're doing. I wish you could see the pain you're causing. I find it hard to believe you can't, really, since it's in my eyes and written all over my face. Can't you see it every time I look at you? Can't you see I'm screaming on the inside? You're destroying what little we had left. Soon, it'll be gone and you're never going to understand my hatred for you.
You're tearing this family apart! Do you even care?! Can't you see what you're doing!? I spend so much time crying in my room because I want us to be a family! But I know we never will be.. because of you; because of the things you say and what you do. It hurts. But you don't care. So in a couple years when I move out and you ask me why, I'm not going to say anything. Why? Because no matter what I say, you'll never understand.. because it's never your fault, according to you.
I don't need to prove myself to you anymore. I'm not going to try. Not until you're a real dad.
I'm done with you and everything you do. End of story.
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