Dear dad,
dead diary
Have a look at what you made of me,
a man maddened by madness but can't feel mad
Ain't that a thing, it's the life of the wary,
choked up, you saved me, but then made sights of hell I'll forever see
My last words to you seem to be my last words,
they'll be the words of a broken man, where loss is all he can ever see
All messed up, all stressed out; weight on my chest, made to hold swords,
I don't hope you're proud of me
I just want you to know I never lost love
It's something that couldn't be taken from me,
that's why they'll always be my last words, to a devil or dove
I'll continue to love when someone ever makes me feel that way, as it's also what I'll forever see,
thanks, mum
Son