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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Dear Trash
[time] => 2003-09-11 21:05:00
[hometext] => I wrote this to a man I used to look up to, a man I would kill to be like, a man who once was my hero and now is nothing but a waste of our precious oxygen.
[bodytext] => I am tired of running around looking for satisfaction I am tired of you being an ass and taking no action I need a dad not a drunk who wants me when he wants to play his role You treat me like a toy and play with me then set me back on the shelf, its taking its toll I need something steady in my life not a mumbled mess I have been there at your becken call and for everyone else but me you try to impress No more, I can’t take this game you play so well I feel like I am being sentenced to hell I was already damned before I was even born I needed you and you always left my heart torn Don’t call on me when you need me cause you were never there when I needed you, why can’t you see I would have done anything for you that you asked for all you could do is show me the door since the age of four Mom painted a world of roses for me to see and now that reality has hit me all I can do is flee One trait I received from you is how to run when the going gets tough I can’t trust in anyone or let them get close no matter how great the love I hate you and can’t stand for people to know I am related How could you destroy so many lives, is that the reason you were created I am sorry I can’t lie to you and tell you how wonderful of a father you are You are nothing but the devil himself, I wish I could run from you, run so far I don’t ever want to see or hear from or about you again as long as I am breathing All you know how to do is live for yourself and be nothing but deceiving I hope the next place I see you is in hell I won’t let you ruin my life and in self pity dwell I write this poem to you in hopes you will see what you have conceived And to think I put all my hopes and wishes into you I actually believed One day you would be the father I can only dream of No more, I see you for you and nothing more, here in my heart, for you there is no love I hope you drink yourself to your death and sit and fester in what you have done You have taken everything away from me but now its time for me to have my own fun Good-bye to bad rubbish and good riddance to the waste of life you have become [comments] => 4 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 43 [informant] => daydreamer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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