World's Greatest Dad

Don’t cry
It’ll just make things worse
Hold back your feelings
Show no remorse…
She’s already dead
The blood’s already spilt
Although you’re left
With all this guilt
He’s the one who did it
Not me
But why do I feel
That she…
Blames me for everything
When all I could do was watch
And the blood stains my memory
With every blotch
He shot her four times
More than enough
To torture me daily
And see him in handcuffs
Killing her was enough
But to hold me captive
All I could do
Was sit there and be passive
We were finally stopped
A long time running
But my stomach wouldn't
Cease churning
They took me in for questioning
I was there all night
I told them repetitively
I couldn’t put up a fight
I wanted to go home
And sleep in my bed
But not with her body
Lying there dead…
He messed up my life
Since I was a kid
And I will never accept
The things he did
He was out of his mind
Crazy I’ve seen
But this is more
Than an endless dream
I will live with the sight
Of my dad killing my mom
And how I had to sit there
And be more than calm

This is not just a poem
Or a story I made up
This is my life
That he fucked up…