Daddy i use to wonder how much of this do we blame on the disease, and how much do we blame on you?
daddy i realize now that you never really loved me,
that,that was simply part of the building me up b4 the fall.
daddy when do we stop blaming the disease?
when do we admit that the sickness is not your reason,
but has simply become your excuse?
the screaming..
the hitting...
leaving us homeless...
daddy!...
love should have intervened if there had been any to do so.
but i know now, its all on you,
u never tried to fight the disease, but u simply let it take you, while watching it destroy our family,
so sit in the nursing home, let the silence scream our names, as your memorys of us r taken away, let the guilt of your mistakes remain,
Now Goodbye my dieing daddy,
And the monster youve handed over your first name.
