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to burning bridges.

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You weren’t around to raise me right,
But still you haunted every night.
Not with care or guiding hand,
But fists and words I couldn’t withstand.

You didn’t show me love or grace,
Just anger carved across your face.
Each bruise you gave, I still recall,
Each shove, each slap, each bitter fall.

You looked at me like I was dirt,
Each glance a weapon, sharp with hurt.
While others got your rare affection,
I was met with cold rejection.

You crushed your life with drugs and lies,
Broke every vow, ignored the cries.
Mistresses lined your secret days,
While mom endured your cruelest phase.

She took your pain and turned it in,
Taught us that silence covers sin.
Her hands grew hard, her voice grew rough,
Because your love was never enough.

I grew up lost in love and men,
Afraid of touch, again and again.
I never learned what safe could be,
Because you had never cared for me.

You shattered more than just our home,
You carved that damage into bone.
And still you claim it’s me who’s wrong,
The weak one, bitter all along.

You don’t get rights you never earned,
Or trust from bridges that you burned.
You weren’t a father, just a storm,
A wreckage masked in human form.

So don’t demand the love you lack,
When all you did was turn your back.
You gave me pain, not place or name,
And left me drowning in your shame.

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