Thursday, 19 March 2009
07:56:39 PM (GMT)
I don't know if i'll actually give this to him.
But i need to vent.
So here goes.
This is going to be hard, for me and you.
But here goes.
I always thought you were the greatest Dad ever, you were the man i looked up to.
You always smiled and i loved it, we used to have that saying "Even when we're apart
i'll always be with you"
It made everything special, like a secret between you and me.
I look back at photos and you look so happy.
Not really a man i know anymore.
It seems things have changed.
I don't know if it was Papa's death that caused it, but i wish you weren't the way
Maybe you reverted to drinking to block the pain.
I don't know and probably never will.
But as time goes on, i find you're becoming unbearable.
You wonder why i don't talk to you, but really i just don't know what to say.
I come home and you're on the phone.
I don't want to interrupt your buisness so i go to my room.
Seems work is really important to you these days.
Anyway, as night draws you're different.
Yes, i'm not stupid, i know you've gone and had alcohol.
You can't pretend you haven't, because it's fairly obvious.
But it's becoming like a nightly ritual, and you wonder why i'm sad? Why i'm angry?
Why i bite your head off?
You probably don't remember everything you say do you?
Well i'll tell you.
You can get nasy.
Your words sting, you maybe don't realise it, but i remember our conversations.
You however probably don't.
The things you say, they really hit home.
I can't talk to you anymore.
Because the man i knew has gone.
He's been replaced by this...creature.
A creature that can't wait for his next injection of alcohol.
I want you to get help.
But so far the councillor is useless.
One day, you're going to push me too far.
I'll leave and i won't come back, i won't speak to you.
I still love you, but i want my old father back.