Dad

Dad

 

The only time you were my father

Was in my imagination

 

The only time you gave me food

Was when I earned it

 

The only time you held my hand

Was to hold me down

 

The only time you touched my face

Was to beat me

 

The only time you bathed my skin

Was to wash away your sins

 

The only time you wrapped your arms around me

Was to hurt me

 

The only time you ever loved me

Was not a time I recall at all

 

Entry in A Boy’s Journal – date: unknown.

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2 thoughts on “Dad

  1. He was horrible to you. That man was NO father. He never did anything to deserve to be called a father. What he did to you was unforgivable.

  2. Just devastates me to think of any child living thru this nightmare. I am so honored to be able to read your story and am proud that you had a way to share your story so that hopefully people will open their eyes to an epidemic that is far too common.

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