I remember the good times more than the bad.

The times when I felt like part of a family without a deadbeat excuse of a stepdad.

Beat. Lets focus on that word.

The one you swear up and down to this day is too absurd.

You never abused anyone.

You type away about all the lies that were spun.

And log on to spread hate about losing your favorite son.

How many does that make?

How many of your kids are they gonna have to take?

How many young hearts are you gonna sit back and watch break?

Not me, I’m done suffering for you.

Ive been bitten by your hand since before I was two.

I was too young to write down half the shit you put me through.

And guess what? Now I have a father to look up to.

Too bad I cant take back the “I love you”.