Dear dad

Dear dad
you do not no what your doing to me,
sometimes i just wish you would leave,
what your doing is really wrong,
you tell me everything is my fault but it's all a con.
nothing i do can ever be right,
especially when me and you get into a fight.
i feel like i am going mad,
you make me feel so depressed it's sad.
i cry myself to sleep some nights,
i have to cope with the awful sights.
of you and mum rowing and screaming,
i really wish that i was dreaming.
i no what i am doing is bad for myself,
i no it is probably a danger to my health.
but i really do not no what to do,
especially as i cant talk to you.
i cant take it no more it is eating me inside,
if anyone says anything to you you will just say i have lied.
whats the point in even caring,
when all i get in return is swearing,
sometimes i wish that you would die,
you are always so moody why?
you need to listen to what i say,
or you will wake up to find me gone one day.

please comment and vote as it my first poem and i would like to have some suggestions