Thanks for being my father -

you fucking dick.

You think you’re so slick

living your life as though I don’t even exist

It won’t suffice, you know - and I hate to be a pessimist

but it’s clear that you aren’t going anywhere.

Ever.

You can pretend that you care if it helps you to sleep at night

but I know that you’ll never really love me like I should be loved.

You’re in too deep, dad, the fight is won.

It’s time to pull the trigger

or put down the gun.

Just make your fucking decision.

Please don’t ask my opinion - the choice is yours.

Quit calling yourself my father - you are not my superior.

I am so far above you.

Even after the shit you’ve pulled, I still manage to love you.

On the exterior, I appear to be alright, but you’ve messed with my thinking.

I wish you the best with your drugs and your drinking.

Don’t wait for my call, if that is what you want -

What you’d like me to say-I am completely aware,

though I’m sure you would rather believe I forgot;

I know it’s your birthday -

I just don’t care.