Nikonoclaste

I will never heal fully. A scar remains since you left. I've hated you with such bottled up passion, My father, who was supposed to love me. I cannot function. I cannot let myself miss you. Yet I do function in a way, Breathing in and out. I do miss you, unfortunatly. How do I live without a father? I've hollowed out like an old drum. I am an empty shell. I've contorted into this, Damned soul simply wandering... Won't you think on me for a singular moment? With your sickly sweet voice, will you call out my name? Years have past and I fear you've forgotten about me. I am alive! Somewhat at any rate, will tell me you love me