I’m angry at you.
I don’t even know you,
but I’m so angry.
xxx
While I understand that the depths of life
have swallowed you up,
you had no other option.
It got too much and that,
was your only way out,
you didn’t have to do it like that.
xxx
Images will never leave their minds.
They will never be the same.
They will never look at life the same way,
or understand how a father could hurt
them
in a way no father should hurt their
children.
Years and years of therapy
will come.
While you…
you get to not exist.
You don’t get to see the hurt and torment
that you left behind.
You get away with it.
xxx
I don’t know if I think
you are a coward
or brave
or an arse
or if I feel sorry for you.
I don’t know how i feel about
what you did.
xxx
So, I cry for your children.
I don’t know what else to do.
I don’t know how to work out
my confusion.
xxx
I’ve been there.
I’ve been low and wanted
to finish it.
I still don’t think I could do that.
It’s just unspeakable.
xxx
I think if you need too…
Do it…
But,
you didn’t need to do it like that.

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