I never asked you to be my dad,

To slap me around and treat me bad.

I never asked you to drink alcohol,

I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,

Or for the nights that were half insane.

I never asked for fights that were wild,

Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked you to beat up my mom,

Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.

I never asked you to leave me alone,

Or to grow up in a broken-down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,

Or for the conflicts, the quarrels and strife.

I never once asked that I be defiled,

Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in a prison,

Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.

I never asked you to raise Holy Hell,

Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,

Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.

I never asked for the crap that has piled,

Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand-new bike,

Or for any toys that I used to like.

I never asked you to throw me a ball,

Or for the bruises when I took a “fall”.

I never asked once but I’m asking you now,

I hope you make me understand somehow.

How you could treat me so fucking bad,

I never asked you to be my dad.

One thought on “

  1. Nothing like being children without a say
    Most things never went our way
    From the darkness comes the light
    Looking for the dawn that is in our sight
    Raise our children with all our might
    Hoping that they will see
    What we know was never meant to be

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