Category : Poems

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Every day I miss my dad. I’m always so mad. But I can never be glad of what he did. It shattered my heart, I’m torn apart. I wish he was back into my life. If I could I’d take a knife and stab it through the incident. He was so innocent. “Why him?” I ask. I took a mask and hid it over my emotions, all the erosion in my life. That day he died, it was like an atomic explosion. At his funeral everyone was crying. My heart was slowly dying. I couldn’t get over it. “He was sick.” Everyone keeps telling me that. I honestly just think it’s a trick. To hide the truth. But I don’t know, I just wanted to tell you the stuff that goes on in my head. This is the kind of stuff that keeps me awake in my bed. After I die and meet him in the next life, I can then ask him... “Why?”