Your eyes were always open,
You never shut them for me.
Your mouth dried shut
You were a poker face kind of
Your hands responsible of crimes and you know that
If I got to spend one last day with you I would have asked;
How do you sleep with yourself?
Is your bed ever warm?
Is it cold?
Your biggest interest was in me
I didn't know that back then.
I actually thought you hated me
Which is funny now.
You did not know how to be a good father
Which is fine.
I don't care,
about anything you did to me anymore.
You did know how to ruin me, an innocent child, your child.
From the inside, all the way out.
You called her your daughter.
You knew I never was your daughter from, day one.
I called you my pappa once.
Now, you are nothing.
How did it feel to waste your time on me?
It must have been absolutely awesome to waste my time.
I hate you,
more than I can barely breath,
more than I can say to you.
One thing is clear; You will NEVER be my pappa again.