Dear Dad

Tue, 12/12/2017 - 22:53 -- ellvas

Dear Dad,

You bought me breakfast

Again.

I should be grateful.

You worked for that

Money.

But I’m

Not.

Because it’s a

Sad

Sick

Sorry

Excuse.

I should blame your past.

You’ve seen

A lot.

But I

Don’t.

Because that’s a

Sad

Sick

Sorry

Excuse.

In another life

We would be grateful for

Eachother.

But we-

We are a

Sad

Sick

Sorry

Excuse

For a

Family.

“Love,”

That’s just another

Sad

Sick

Sorry

Excuse

For a

Closing.

Signed,

Your

Sad

Sick

Sorry

Excuse

For a

Daughter.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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