You don't know what pain is,until your hurt.

Drip,drop
watching this clock go tick, tock.

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
forever.
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,
once again.

**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.