fatherly love

At times I sit...i sit and wonder

why giving all my love ends in a blunder

i give and i give

but its never enough

at least, not enough to fill your cup

at times i sit...i sit and think

i think about how im just on the brink

the brink of tears, or maybe insanity

and i wonder why u speak to me with such profanities.

you never showed me love

you never showed me grace

you sit and criticize me as the tears roll down my face

you wonder why i hate when youre around

but every time you are i want to end up in the ground

you fill me with fear

your words cut through my heart like a spear

at times i sit...i sit and wait

i wait for you to pick up the plate

the one you broke, the one you threw

the one that made me realize, ill never get real love from you

the love i wanted

the love i deserve

the love i waited my whole life for

not from you, at least not today

but its fine, ill be okay anyway