A/N: This is not a happy write


It's been 17 years dad.
17 years that you have been dead.
I can still hear the gunshot ring in my head.
How could you dad? Was it so fu*king hard to just be a man?
No one understands, why after 17 years it still bothers me this bad.
But dad you were a fu*ked up man.
How could you just leave me.
17 years and you still haunt my memory.
I will never find a way to deal with this tragedy.
I can still hear their voices screaming.
It's sickening.
Want to know why it hurts so bad dad?
I was the only one who saw you do that.
But im a mommy now to and im scared dad.
Walking down the same path that you had.
And every fu*king problem i have stems from your death.
I don't like to dwell in the past but it's real hard.
I am just as ****ed up in the head as you were.
But i will guarentee, to be
the very best i can be
for my daughter, you see
i'll give her everything you couldn't give me.
and much more
and all you'll ever be to me, is dead on that floor
nice memory of you, huh dad?
But be glad, i won't let the darkness reach me that bad.
17 years, what's one more?
one more nightmare with your blood on the floor.
just like i said, all you'll ever be
to me, is straight dead.

Its not Father's day lol

I know but it will be soon.

Ya I don't wanna forget lol

Good write. I am glad i am not the only one who has issues.