A LITTLE TO LATE

I got a letter from my dad, two years in the making, saying all this stupid shit " your souls here for the taking " talking about me, look at you, locked in jail, i can never get through, that big head of yours, you never understand, i can't stand you, you ruined my plan to succeed in life with my dad by my side, now i sit, and i just want to cry, but i wont ever, do that stupid shit for you. Just remember what you put us kids through. The ones you call yours. But really were not. We were raised by the mom, from baby, up to tot, from tot up to boy, from boy to man. Just remember dad, you ruined my plan. I needed you a lot, throughout my life, and you now ask why I'm making you pay the price. Well let me ask you something. Did you do it to me? Yeah you did, your what a father should never be. I pray I'll never be like you. Worthless and Hopeless, Full of drugs, until you grow poor, and then your hopeless. I can't stand you, you ruined in life. Now you want to come around and be my friend. My hearts to broken, and you cannot mend, a heart as worn as mine. From time to time, I wished you were there so I could say you were mine. But I don't wish anymore. I beg for you to go, just leave never come back, I don't want to know, if your dead or alive, it doesn't matter to me. You were my father, aren't my father, you'll never be. The man that made me who I am. Isn't you, no dad, it was my Gramps. Your a little to late, and I'm gone for good.