The Writing Thread

[BrokenHearted]

Father

I bit my tongue
He beat me up
He cut my chord
When I was born

He made me from himself
Should I call him "God"?
He buried me in the sod
He let me rot

He fed me from bottles when I was five
He bled me of a life
I was up all night
Staring at the white's of cows' eyes

I'm too young for you
I'm too old for sucking thumbs
I'm so ****ing dumb
I've become a bum

He copied me with his ink
I'm a copycat, copy written
He slopily left a stink
Once shy, twice bitten

He fed me from hoses when I was five
He fed me his lies
I stayed up all night
Staring at the white's of his eyes