Content warning! Contains themes of parental neglect.
Dear Father
Dear Fuck-up
Why did you even bother?
You tried your hand at family twice and failed.
Were you hoping that it'd magically work the second time?
You might be twice my age, but let me teach you a little something about life:
You gotta work to improve yourself.
Otherwise you keep being the fuck-up you were to begin with.
And now you're alone.
No one to support you.
No one to share your solitary misery with.
A daughter that hates you and a broken son.
Do you think you did well?
Are you proud of yourself?
Are you still too caught up in yourself to realize your mistakes?
My warped perception of men stems from you.
You sure set an example.
Your negligence has left scars that itch to this day.
No matter how much I want to purge you from my mind, I cannot.
And don't get me wrong.
I'm fucked up too.
This pile of paper proves it.
But I still thrive.
I taught myself how to love.
A lesson you clearly missed.
Blame your mother or your sister or whoever you fucking want.
You've had a lifetime to improve.
And you have nothing to show for it.
Except for me.
But we both know who to thank for that, don't we?
The reality is
That you fucking hurt me
You never took responsibility, you coward
And I fucking despise you for it
With these words I hope
That I can finally let go
And that the ghost of you that haunts me
Will finally fucking disappear
Sincerely
Your daughter in flesh, but not in spirit
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