Help...
Help...
I feel I'm slipping into a deep depression...
Where my father is my worst nightmare...
And my grandmother is the heroin that's never there...
Help...
My God it feels as if He is cursing me for me parents mistakes...
I try to dig up with words but words get pushed aside...
So I find myself digging down covering myself in self-hate, scorn, and envy...
Soon it will be to late and I will be buried...
Help...
But he still does not understand it is Him that makes me this way...
Him that makes me hate him for what he has done to me...
But my heart still loves him...
Help...
Every time he takes my heart and tears it...
I still love him...
I will always love him...
He is my dad after all...
Help... |