I’m eighteen now
Can you believe it
You were never there in the first place
So why would you care now
I like to think that sometimes my mother lied about who you are
I like to think you are a good person
But you’re not
You’re the lowest of them all
You abandoned us “father”
But I’m doing well if you must know
I’ve learned to live without you
Except on father’s day
That day is the bane of my existence
You know I cry on that day every year right?
But you wouldn’t care would you?
You didn’t care then
So why would you care now?
So dearest father
I wont cry over you anymore
I’ve moved on