Constant fights
I remember them well
Hiding behind my door, listening to the sound of painful emotions
I sat there and cried, afraid to leave, to even move
When i was that age, it was good enough for you
To yell, and to berate
No one could ever seem to relate
That pain kept me hidden, and to everyone else I was fine
But they never saw the real me
Pff, neither did I

As father and son, we never stood a chance
You found peace in drugs, I found it alone in my room
But now you are alone, afraid, and dying
On a death bed of sorts with only so much time left
Your bodies reaction to the crime of unhealthiness has left you sick and legless
A cruel fate, to a man who never even understood himself
The thing is, I forgive you
We are a product of circumstances
We can choose to rise above, or like you, fall below
You never had a chance
Not one single goal
You wanted the easy way out, and you may yet have that
But I wanted more
What you showed me was how not to live
What you taught me was how to strive for greatness
Im sad that you will die alone in your room
pushing those away whom just wanted to help
Your drugs keep you comfort but no human ever can
I guess what I am saying is,
Farewell Dad.
Its time to move on, and i have found meaning
I will change the world
And in return, know you fathered someone great
Rest in peace and with love in your final days.