The Broken Man
You say you love me, but you don’t know me.
You don’t know what makes me happy, if you did, you wouldn’t have made me cry.
I wouldn’t have been on my floor wishing for a better father.
Wishing to have never been born.
Your “Love” is superficial, it doesn’t reach your heart.
Sometimes I feel as if my hard work paid off, I had worked to mend our relationship, “just enough”.
Somehow you broke that too, you started at the top, and now you’ve made your way to rock bottom.
You broke me, I give up trying to fix something that you will end up stomping over, again.
