I cry one tear but no more than that.
I don't know why,
I must be the bad guy.
And why must I be put in these positions,
before I'm even three.
Waiting for one freakin phone call.
I try to make myself feel as if,
I didn't care, but it still hurts so bad.
I feel one more tear go down my cheek.
Then I hear it hit my pillow.
A phone call that could change my life.
Waiting years for it.
I finally get one.
Giving him one more chance and he just blows it.
I'm trying so hard not to care,
but it still hurts, I feel as if I've watched this clock
The first tim I waited 7years. This time 5.
11yrs out of 14.
He should have never called me when he did.
There was no point. because he left my life,
**This is a poem about my real dad who wasn't in my life until I was 7 then he left my life a year later. 11years of crying over some one who has never been there for me, and a week ago I learned what a father is.**
Father- A person who takes care of you, teaches you stuff for life and loves you... there is more but it'll take to long.
Aw hunn no one should be put through that and im sorry you had to ! keep your head up though God does everything for a reason it may not seem that way but he does and its part of his perfect plan anyway 5/5 <33