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I hate him, I wish he was never born, and I wish my dad would go to hell!

By Megan RyanPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Nonexistent
Photo by Jack B on Unsplash

Wish you were never born

Wish you never came to be

Wish you were never came around

Wish you weren’t my father

All you are is just a ghost

In the backdrop.

You sleep in a coffin

Only to rise from the grave

Looking for a fresh meal

That was slaved over the stove.

You may do minor work

But that ain’t enough

Ladies got the world on their shoulder

While your scratching your ass in the corner.

You are a poison

That tries to kill slowly

But I reject the cocktail

Shoving it down your ungrateful throat

As you choke on your toxic gunk

Croaking like a frog with your hands on your neck.

You don’t spare time

With your loved ones

Too focused on your reflection

Thinking of yourself

While the world burns behind you.

Why were you even born?

Why would your parents conceive you?

Why did you bother having a family?

How do you sleep at night?

Do the universe a favor

Throw yourself in a black hole

Vanish into the void

Be erased from reality

Become nonexistent.

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Megan Ryan

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