my former dad

I’ve always remembered
The steely cold butt of the
Revolver being pressed into
My palm and Dad begging
"Shoot me."

What kind of person
Did he think I was?
Would he really send
Me to jail just so he
Could get what he wanted?

I always thought I
Loved my dad until
He put me in that
Situation.  I will never
Be able to forgive him...
Not after that.

Thanks to him, I have
To visit a psychiatrist
Everyday if I want to
Live to see tomorrow.

I don't miss him and
I'm glad that he is gone.
He always seemed to drag me
Down with him, into his
Depressed mood when
He was around.

I can't say that life
Has gotten any better since
He left, but I'm sure glad
I don't have to deal with
Him anymore.