My undead dad

I was so afraid that she would die,

That I locked myself in my brain.

I have found different ways to cry,

And so many new forms of anger.

I can't count them on my vingers…..

You should be dead first, dad.

The grave has been calling your name.

Grim reaper has a list that

Has your name underlined on it.

In the end it always comes down to you.

It's always your fault and you know it too.

You look at our needs to know what not to give.

I'm afraid of what life will take and yet you still live

Your unnecessary life.

There's not a single reason that I know

That this is the way things should go.

It's a disruption to the state of the things.

I have written about your ending 

So many times.

So yeah,

You should go first.

It's the only way to heal my hurt.

You before her.

Send us a postcard from the dirt.

And if everything you know turns to ash

It's me who lit it up, I want you to know that.

And if your entire life finally turns to black,

Know that you can never take back

Your rotten soul.

Cause,

Yes, you should be gone.

Wtf is taking you so long.

All of this is wrong.

You're poisoning the pond.

I will make sure you go first.

I will hunt your guilt to make sure.

I hope you already taste the dirt.

I hope it will fucking hurt.

But one day you won't outrun it.

One day you need to catch your breath.

And I will be the one way waiting.

No longer will I be patient.

There's no such thing like borrowed time.

You stole our years and I want them back.

All of my terrors were yours, 

Now yours will be mine. 

Run…..