Too late



I am not one you choose to make amends with on your death bed
Yes, I’m a sweet and nice person, but you couldn’t fathom the filth that goes on in my head.
Don’t ask for my time or patience right before you die just because you feel like that’s the right thing to do
Because it’s not
It’s twisted
It’s mad
It’s torture to have had 24 years to offer someone all the love you have to give
Only when you’re dying
Only when you can feel the last breath nearing
Do you call for me
Only when you can hear deaths footsteps nearing your bed
Do you you think of me
And yet the only thought on my mind when it comes to you
It’s too late
And technically in should feel bad
Because you’re my dad
But I feel not one ounce of sad
And only if…

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