Priority

When I first started writing ..

When I was younger
I remember you saying how you loved me
And the touch of your hand on my face when I was sad
I don't know how you could do this now ..
3 years later..
your still my father ... my dad
The hatred I have for you
out numbers the love
Sometimes I look out my window
and wonder why to the stars above
your alive in plain sight
but in my heart as dead as can be
I always wonder.. why me ?
what did I do to deserve this?
I'm still living my life.. needing my bliss.
Our relationship meant so much to me
But when we left
that was the end
you said you loved me and you would never go
that really hurt deep inside
you don't even know.
Your suppose to love me
I'm your little one
I should be your number one priority
but everything is said and done
you will regret everything
everything you've done wrong
when you have nothing to lose or gain
wondering what happened to your life and family.