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by Neil
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Biographical · #2198548
The one good thing being abandoned by my kids...I got a lot of poems, but that's all.
My problem it seems
Is I care too much
When all along
I didn't think it was enough

All that effort
What a waste
Now I have to figure out
How to shut this fucking thing off

I wish there was a pill
Hell...I would take a lobotomy
So I could have just one day
Of happiness again

I have cried a river
Which filled a sea
Pouring it out
For the one's I love

No word of a lie
A bitter irony
When silence is all
I hear from them

Perhaps they're too busy
For their dad any more
Or maybe forgiveness
Is not mine to be had

So today I asked
For just one word
So I know I am heard

Even “I don't love you dad”
Or “Please leave us alone”
Would be a blessing compared
To what I live right now

At least then I would know
That I am not required
That I am just too much
That my love is not for them

And this care that I feel
A year out in the cold
I am not hopeful
Compassion withhold

Banging my head again and again
Because I care too much
Although my children it seems
Don't care at all
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