Glad You're Gone - Part 2 - **Dedicated to my father**

At the young age of only 4,
My blood was scattered all over the floor.
Dad pushed me through a glass sliding door,
All I could feel was pain, I couldnt bare it no more.

I could feel pieces of glass in my back,
And all I could see was pure black.
The pain was all too much to take,
It was then when my body started to shake.

Thomas thought I was dead,
He looked down at me while I bled.
Tears formed in his eyes,
He sat down next to me and said his goodbyes.

He was only 3 years old,
My body felt oh so cold.
My mother came home and was in quite a shock,
Thats when she called the doc.

The ambulance came,
They told me "You'll make it son, You just have to be game"

I got back to the hospital and was given morphine,
The day went so slow, Or as it seemed.

The next day the police interviewed my dad,
He lied about it all.
He stated "He was running around with his brothers when he run through the glass"
Oh how I felt like kicking his ass.

One year had passed,
I had made it at last.
All that was left were the memories and a few scars,
But the sick thing is, my father was never put behind bars.